A long time ago!
Chorus.—In the days, &c.
Both. Oh, brayvo, BOBBY!
Master Robert. Thanks. Yet my song's burden
Is dismal as the croakings of Dame Durden.
Our holiday is spoilt by driving showers.
I fear we shall have no great show of flowers;
But—anyhow my boys we're under cover;
And let us hope that storm-cloud will pass over
Without first giving us a dreadful drenching,