[25] A skit on Lord Wolseley.
[26] Mr. Gilbert appears particularly fond of this refrain, which he user, with certain variations, again and again. He probably borrowed it from a song popular about 200 years ago:—
The Poor Soul sat Sighing.
The poor soul sat sighing by a sicamore tree;
Sing willow, willow, willow!
With his hand in his bosom, and his head upon his knee;
Oh! willow, willow, willow, willow, oh!
Willow, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland:
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,