Whilst the parents of the threated bore away the more repleted
Or conveyed the flattered darlin’s to the shelter of the home.
Off wint Navy, off wint Army, with the sex that’s born to charm ye;
Off wint Press, Police, and Public; home wint Royalty to tea,
And Her Majesty did utther, as she tuk the bread and butther
Misther Battenberg had cut her—“Well, We’ve Had Our JUBILEE.”
Lady’s Pictorial. July 2, 1887.
A Lay of St. Dunstan’s, Fleet Street.
Sir Christopher Wren! O Sir Christopher Wren!