Iniquitous burdens and rates we'll relax:
For each "h" that's pronounced we will clap on a tax!
[A very popular measure.
And a house in Belgraveyer, with furniture free,
Shall each Soshalist sit in, a taking his tea!
Chorus, and dance off.—Given away! Ippipooray! Gratis we'll get it for nothing and free!
Given away! Not a penny to pay! Given away!—with a Pound of Tea!
If this Democratic Dream does not appeal favourably to the imagination of the humblest citizen, the popular tone must have been misrepresented by many who claim to act as its chosen interpreters—a supposition Mr. Punch must decline to entertain for a single moment.
iv.—THE IDYLLIC.
The following ballad will not be found above the heads of an average audience, while it is constructed to suit the capacities of almost any lady artiste.
SO SHY!
The singer should, if possible, be of mature age, and incline to a comfortable embonpoint. As soon as the bell has given the signal for the orchestra to attack the prelude, she will step upon the stage with that air of being hung on wires, which seems to come from a consciousness of being a favourite of the public.
I'm a dynety little dysy of the dingle,
[Self-praise is a great recommendation—in Music-hall songs.
So retiring and so timid and so coy.
If you ask me why so long I have lived single,
I will tell you—'tis because I am so shoy.