A NEW VERSION OF THE WELL-KNOWN BALLAD
(Respectfully dedicated by Mr. Punch to the Alpine Tourist, on his return home)
Mr. Punch singeth to Swiss Landlord—
Come, carouse thee, carouse thee, my knowing Swiss boy,
Sack thy gains, and from labour away.
Stick the tongue in the cheek, and sing "La République
(Like l'Empire, as we know) c'est la paye!"
The season's done, with purses low,
The weary tourists homeward flow—
Then carouse thee, carouse thee, my knowing Swiss boy,