Punch's Almanack for 1890

by Various

My Parisian pal 'elped me out, but my larf was sometimes a bit late,

And so flummoxed the Frenchies a few; one old chap in blue blouse and cropped hair

Must ha' thought me a walking conundrum, to judge by his thunderstruck stare.

I was togged in stror 'at and striped flannels; I'd 'ad the straight tip from a chum;

I cried, "Beast!"—that's the French for Hangore, quite O. K., though I own it sounds rum,

I gave mouth to the Pa-ta-ta chorus, I slapped the Garsong on the back;

And, sez I, "Say ler jolliest lark, que jay voo poor kelk tom, that's a fack!"

'ARRY ON HORSEBACK.

Don't fancy he twigged, not percisely. But, lor', them French waiters is snide,