His targets and his tents and things are nuisances all round,
As Jerry-Builders, Dooks, and other Toffs have lately found.
Compared with bricks and mortar and big landlords he’s small beer,
So we’ll snub, snub, snub, snub, snub, snub the British Volunteer!
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If he must shoot his annual shoot somewhere, why, let him go
To Pirbright or to Salisbury Plain, or e’en to Jericho.
But out from his loved Wimbledon he’ll surely have to clear,—
A final snub, snub, snub, snub to the British Volunteer!
Punch. August 20, 1887.