It knows my hungry look, brother, I watch it like a hawk,
But I’m to be Cock o’ the Walk, brother, I’m to be Cock o’ the Walk.
It knows I am no ghost, brother, although my Tzar is white,
And I move to it slowly creeping, like the morning light,
They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not how they talk
For I’m to be Cock o’ the Walk, brother, I’m to be Cock o’ the Walk.
Choice Chips, May, 1885.
A long, but not very amusing, political parody of “The May Queen” appeared in The Morning Advertiser, February 21, 1885, entitled “At the Play.”
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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.