When the shopkeeper won’t buy a thing,
Tra la!
And kicks them right out of the place,
And he kicks them all out of his place.
And that’s what they mean when they say or they sing:
“Oh, bother the trade we are having this spring,”
Tra la la la la la, tra la la la la,
Tra la la la la la lah!
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The following can scarcely be termed parodies, they are poems in praise of Tobacco written in the newly-revived but old-fashioned Ballade metre.