Bow-wow-wow, &c.
Punch. July 10, 1886.
The G.O.M. Fox.
I sing about a Grand Old Man, whom everybody knows, sir,
Who once disjoined the Emerald Isle from us, her “foreign” foes, sir;
That is, I mean, he would have given her “National” authority,
But for the fact that he for once was not with the majority.
Bow, wow, wow!
What’s the good of balking when it’s all done now?