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قراءة كتاب Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, September 21, 1895
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اللغة: English
Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, September 21, 1895
الصفحة رقم: 6
too, lies dead!
A lesser light, but linked with the great time,
Three decades since, when in his glorious prime
Leech left us, in full fame.
And Punch, who makes old friends his constant care,
Upon his page of honour space must spare
For humorous Howard's name.
Three decades since, when in his glorious prime
Leech left us, in full fame.
And Punch, who makes old friends his constant care,
Upon his page of honour space must spare
For humorous Howard's name.
"Oh! the Days of the (South) Kerry Dancing."—The latest figure introduced into that diverting danse excentrique, the Hibernian Can-Can, is known as "the Irish 'split.'"
"The Piller of the House."—The family doctor.
THE BALLAD OF BECHUANA.
The answer Mr. Punch would like Mr. Chamberlain to be able to make to Khama.
["Khama, the Bechuana Chief, will not consent to come under Rhodes if the white man is to be free to 'convey' his subjects' land, and to poison them with strong drink."—Daily Chronicle.]
Air—"Oriana."
We sympathise with your great woe,
Bechuana.
There's little rest for Chiefs below,
Bechuana.
In sultry climes, in climes of snow,
The drink will come, the land will go,
Bechuana.
The ways of Trade were ever so,
Bechuana!
Bechuana.
There's little rest for Chiefs below,
Bechuana.
In sultry climes, in climes of snow,
The drink will come, the land will go,
Bechuana.
The ways of Trade were ever so,
Bechuana!
The Chartered Company seems growing,
Bechuana.
The liquor interest is crowing,
Bechuana.
Bung is blowing, drink is flowing,
Rhodes like one o'clock is going,
Bechuana.
Where they will stop there is no knowing,
Bechuana!
Bechuana.
The liquor interest is crowing,
Bechuana.
Bung is blowing, drink is flowing,
Rhodes like one o'clock is going,
Bechuana.
Where they will stop there is no knowing,
Bechuana!
In black kingdoms, as in white,
Bechuana,
Men are given to getting "tight,"
Bechuana.
Khama, it is a grievous sight.
And you, you seem to have done right,
Bechuana,
Since you your troth to us did plight,
Bechuana!
Bechuana,
Men are given to getting "tight,"
Bechuana.
Khama, it is a grievous sight.
And you, you seem to have done right,
Bechuana,
Since you your troth to us did plight,
Bechuana!
Sober, industrious, fond of peace,
Bechuana,
You've kept your tribe. May it increase,
Bechuana.
If, you would have the traffic cease,
Why should your heart not have that ease,
Bechuana?
Sobriety is the best police,
Bechuana!
Bechuana,
You've kept your tribe. May it increase,
Bechuana.
If, you would have the traffic cease,
Why should your heart not have that ease,
Bechuana?
Sobriety is the best police,
Bechuana!
It is a vile, corroding curse,
Bechuana.
We do not wish, quite the reverse,
Bechuana,
That, just to fill a huckster-purse,
Your tribe should go from bad to worse,
Bechuana.
Twere a foul shame! That's true and terse,
Bechuana!
Bechuana.
We do not wish, quite the reverse,
Bechuana,
That, just to fill a huckster-purse,
Your tribe should go from bad to worse,
Bechuana.
Twere a foul shame! That's true and terse,
Bechuana!
Let Gain go hang, let Bung be blowed,
Bechuana,
Rather than drunkenness corrode,
Bechuana,
The realm whereby Molopo flowed.
To Khama Britons much have owed,
Bechuana;
The boon you crave should be bestowed,
Bechuana.
Bechuana,
Rather than drunkenness corrode,
Bechuana,
The realm whereby Molopo flowed.
To Khama Britons much have owed,
Bechuana;
The boon you crave should be bestowed,
Bechuana.
A RIVERSIDE RONDEL.