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قراءة كتاب Punch, Or the London Charivari Volume 107, November 17, 1894
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اللغة: English
Punch, Or the London Charivari Volume 107, November 17, 1894
الصفحة رقم: 6
guard he could not keep,
From his eyes he scarce could peep,
And the nose grew crimson—deep—
Of poor Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!
Little Jappy sparred up gladly,
And he cried "Fight on, man, do!
Your proposals come too late,
Mr. Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!
I will give you beans, Bung—badly!"
(Here his nose Jap hammered madly.)
"Yah! In fighting I'm your mate.
You cave in a bit too late,
I will whop you—if you'll wait.
Bouncing Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!"
And he cried "Fight on, man, do!
Your proposals come too late,
Mr. Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!
I will give you beans, Bung—badly!"
(Here his nose Jap hammered madly.)
"Yah! In fighting I'm your mate.
You cave in a bit too late,
I will whop you—if you'll wait.
Bouncing Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!"
"Though you welly lilly body,
Jap. you strikee biggy blow!
Welly much hurtee—me no play!!"
(Blubbered Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo.)
"Me topside feel niddy-noddy.
Oh my nosy! Me will modify the words me mustee say.
Will you pleasy go away?
Me no likee! Me no play!
Welly much hard! Boo-hoo!! Boo-hoo!!!"
Jap. you strikee biggy blow!
Welly much hurtee—me no play!!"
(Blubbered Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo.)
"Me topside feel niddy-noddy.
Oh my nosy! Me will modify the words me mustee say.
Will you pleasy go away?
Me no likee! Me no play!
Welly much hard! Boo-hoo!! Boo-hoo!!!"
On the slippery road and muddy,
Jap then floored him with a blow.
"Ough! Won't no one helpee me?"
Howled poor Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!
Prostrate, with his nose-tip ruddy,
And his mouth all swollen and—bluggy:
"Foreign devils one—two—three!
Barbarians flom beyond um sea!
Can't um—won't um helpee me?"
Bellowed Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo.
Jap then floored him with a blow.
"Ough! Won't no one helpee me?"
Howled poor Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!
Prostrate, with his nose-tip ruddy,
And his mouth all swollen and—bluggy:
"Foreign devils one—two—three!
Barbarians flom beyond um sea!
Can't um—won't um helpee me?"
Bellowed Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo.
At the floored and roaring victim
"Foreign devils" look askew,
Hands in pockets buried well.
Piteous Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo
Hoped that from the mud they'd picked him.
But laugh they, "Young Jap's fair licked him!
Shall we intervene? Ah, well,
We'll think of it. Time will tell.
Meanwhile let him lie and yell,
Yellow Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!"
"Foreign devils" look askew,
Hands in pockets buried well.
Piteous Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo
Hoped that from the mud they'd picked him.
But laugh they, "Young Jap's fair licked him!
Shall we intervene? Ah, well,
We'll think of it. Time will tell.
Meanwhile let him lie and yell,
Yellow Younghy-Bung-Boo-Hoo!"