To earn his daily bread....
That is a joke against Parliament, you see—Payment of Members and all that; it is good. At the same time it is usual to reserve one’s jokes for the chorus. The composer, you see, reserves his tune for the chorus, and, if the author puts too much into the verse, there will be trouble between their Unions.
Now we introduce the face-motif:—
Thompson’s features were not neat;
When he canvassed dahn our street
Things were said I won’t repeat,
And my old moth-ah said:—
This verse, you notice, is both in metre and rhyme; I don’t know how that has happened; it ought not to be.
Now we have the chorus:—
“Oh, Mr. Thompson,