ON A REJECTED NOSEGAY, OFFERED BY THE AUTHOR TO A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY, WHO RETURNED IT. PUNCH.
What! then you won't accept it, wont you? Oh!
No matter; pshaw! my heart is breaking, though.
My bouquet is rejected; let it be:
For what am I to you, or you to me?
'Tis true I once had hoped; but now, alas!
Well, well; 'tis over now, and let it pass.
I was a fool—perchance I am so still;
You won't accept it! Let me dream you will:
But that were idle. Shall we meet again?
Why should we? Water for my burning brain?
I could have loved thee—Could! I love thee yet
Can only Lethe teach me to forget?
Oblivion's balm, oh tell me where to find!
Is it a tenant of the anguish'd mind?
Or is it?—ha! at last I see it come;
Waiter! a bottle of your oldest rum.
A SERENADE. PUNCH.
Smile, lady, smile! (BLESS ME! WHAT'S THAT?
CONFOUND THE CAT!)—
Smile, lady, smile! One glance bestow
On him who sadly waits below,
To catch—(A VILLAIN UP ABOVE
HAS THROWN SOME WATER ON ME, LOVE!)
To catch one token—
(OH, LORD! MY HEAD IS BROKEN;
THE WRETCH WHO THREW THE WATER DOWN,
HAS DROPPED THE JUG UPON MY CROWN)—
To catch one token, which shall be
As dear as life itself to me.
List, lady, then; while on my lute
I breathe soft—(NO! I'LL NOT BE QUIET;
HOW DARE YOU CALL MY SERENADE A RIOT?
I DO DEFY YOU)—while upon my lute
I breathe soft sighs—(YES, I DISPUTE
YOUR RIGHT TO STOP ME)—breathe soft sighs.
Grant but one look from those dear eyes—
(THERE, TAKE THAT STUPID NODDLE IN AGAIN;
CALL THE POLICE!—DO! I'LL PROLONG MY STRAIN),
We'll wander by the river's placid flow—
(UNTO THE STATION-HOUSE!—NO, SIR, I WON'T GO;
LEAVE ME ALONE!)—and talk of love's delight.
(OH, MURDER!—HELP! I'M LOCKED UP FOR THE NIGHT!)
RAILROAD NURSERY RHYME.
PUNCH.
Air—"Ride a Cock Horse."
Fly by steam force the country across,
Faster than jockey outside a race-horse:
With time bills mismanaged, fast trains after slow,
You shall have danger wherever you go.
AN INVITATION TO THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS PUNCH.
I have found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair,
I have found where the rattle-snakes bub-bub-breed;
Will you co-co-come, and I'll show you the bub-bub-bear,
And the lions and tit-tit-tigers at fuf-fuf-feed.
I know where the co-co-cockatoo's song
Makes mum-mum-melody through the sweet vale;
Where the mum-monkeys gig-gig-grin all the day long
Or gracefully swing by the tit-tit-tit-tail.
You shall pip-pip-play, dear, some did-did-delicate joke
With the bub-bub-bear on the tit-tit-top of his pip-pip-pip-pole;
But observe, 'tis forbidden to pip-pip-poke At the bub-bub-bear with
your pip-pip-pink pip-pip-pip-pip-parasol!