ON WITH THE NEW LOVE.

Well, here you are, my bonny boys!

No doubt you felt regret at parting

With well-known Wimbledonian joys.

But here you look all right, at starting.

You've not been quite deranged by RANGER;

Of that there never was much danger.

Small thanks to him! Well, well, perhaps;

But never mind. Anger's too grisly

To be long held by such smart chaps;

And you can make Bulls'-eyes at Bisley;

And "sheep's'-eyes" seem to show you're "on

With that New Love"—New Wimbledon!

'Tis Juliet now—not Rosaline;

Well, Romeo, take my benediction.

The Maid is fair, her dwelling fine.

And here you need not fear "Eviction."

"Disturbance" caused some indignation,

But, after all, there's "Compensation."

Your New Love's fair, furze-garmented,

And brightly crowned with golden bracken.

Your loyalty of heart and head,

Of love (and lead) I'm sure won't slacken.

"Bless ye, my children! May your New Love

Be firm and lasting as 'tis true love!"