Morale.
Kong Johnteyomme L'Onglay say
Daymarnd lay pomme de tare lar
Partong poor lar Syreeay
Ay Veve lar Lester Square!
Charnsong ay finny
O sey ay finny mong tra-la-la-la.
In "Anne Boleyn," again, Anne (E. Danvers) is at last Queen, but with her life embittered by King Henry's flirtations with Jane Seymour (Miss Harriet Coveney). Thus, in one place, Anne exclaims:—
Again he slights me! Bubbling heart, be still!
Keep Henry from that girl I must, and will!
She hinted I—in language far from vague—
Like Xantippe, was sent to be a plague;
Openly told that corpulent barbarian
I'm his "grey mare," and also no grey-mare-ian;
Said I'm a vixen, and in manner rude
Told him he wasn't wise to be so shrew'd.
My happiness she's marred, my heart she's wrung
With hideous hints from her (h)insidious tongue.
She would ke-rush me!—ah! But soft—no riot!
Now, bubbling heart, oblige me, and lie quiet.
The King himself describes the course of his feelings towards Anne in the following ditty:—
When I courted Anne Boleyn, with love I was drunk,
Oh, I cannot remember the thoughts that I—thunk,
I know I winked at her, and she at me—wunk,
With my itheremyky, kitheremyky,
Katheremyku-etty cum, fol de rol liddle de ray.
I said, "Let me kneel at your feet," and I—knole,
And I asked her upon me to smile, and she—smole,
Then I said, "I feel happier than ever I—fole"
With my, etc.
She murmured, "My waist do not squeeze," but I—squoze,
And remained at her feet till she told me to—rose,
For she wanted to sneeze, and softly she—snoze,
With my, etc.
For a time I continued to woo, yes, I—wode,
Then I asked her to go to the church, and we—gode,
Having made up our minds to be tied, we were—tode,
With my, etc.
Time winged his swift course, yes, his swift course Time—wung;
And this was the thing he was bringing, and—brung;
Dislike for Anne Boleyn, I wish she was hung!
With my, etc.