"SURE DERBYITES."
(As Sung by Sir John Pakington at St. Stephen's Theatre in the new Musical Comedy of the Successions' Tax.)
Sure Derbyites were born to sorrow,
Kicked out to-day, and mocked to-morrow;
By Dizzy I'm snubbed, and by Cobden I'm rated,
Ne'er was Chairman of Quarter Sessions so sittivated.
There's Gladstone swears the squires shan't trick him,
And vote as they may, it seems they can't lick him.
Their Taxation Area he enlarges,
And a Succession Tax on real property charges.
Oh! lackaday,
Pity Johnny, lackaday!
I denounced the bill in a voice of thunder,
And a House of fifty Members as "Fraud and Plunder:"
But they only grinned at my desperation
And my lack of all "powers of ratiocination."
That Gladstone he has quite undone me;
Like any bashaw looks down upon me,
When I kneels to ax for the squires some mercy,
It does no good—but vice varsey.
Oh! lackaday,
Pity Johnny, lackaday!
[Exit L.
Hoping against Hope.—Taking a ticket in a Betting-Office.