CORONATION SONG.
To the tune of “This House is Haunted.”
Gus. I now proclaim you our king, our monarch,
And we your vassals true will be;
Be gracious to us, do not refuse us,
Thou brightest gem of royalty.
Mrs. C. O! never fear, Gus., he’ll not refuse us,
How could you look for that from such as he?
Gus. and Mrs. C. He’s much too greedy and likewise seedy
From such a snap as this to flee.
Chorus. We now proclaim you our king, our monarch
And we your vassals true will be,
Be gracious to us, do not refuse us,
Thou brightest gem of royalty.
Kitty. We have a man now lately imported
From over the sea, the Emerald Isle;
We must not lose him, I will amuse him,
Each idle moment I’ll be beguile.
Santa. Oh never fear, dear, he will remain here,
He will not haste to leave us yet a while.
Kitty and Santa. But if he would go, he could not do so,
Becoming an iceberg is not quite his style.
(O’Rourke falls asleep during the song