Punch (55.1868)

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PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[August 29, 186S.

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CAUTION TO BATHERS.

DON'T LET THEM JOLT YOU UP THE BEACH TILL YOU ARE DRESSED
Jones {obliged to hold fast). “ Hullo ! Hi! Somebody Stop my Boots ! ”

MINNEHAHA’S GHOST.

{Young Lady sings. Tune : Obvious.)

On dear ! I have had such a fright!

Lal lal, la la, la la, la.

I’ve gone through, such a dreadful night!

Lal, la la, la la, la.

1 bought, the truth I will declare,

A thing that Fashion bids, us wear,

A chignon of another’s hair ;

Lal, lal la, la la, la.

This chignon was of raven hue,

Lal lal, &c.

And oh, so nice and glossy too !

Lal, la, &c.

As bright as Whitby jet it shone :

That hair exactly matched my own,

1 never thought where it had grown.

Lal, lal, &c.

Last night I laid me down to sleep ;

Lal lal, &c.

When in on me a Thing did peep.

Lal, la, &c.

There, standing up near my bed-post
A Form of Red my sight engrossed,

And cried “ I’m Minnehaha’s Ghost! ”
Lal, lal, &c.

It pointed to the table nigh,
Lal lal; &c.
i had laid m3
Lal, la, &c

Fal lalj &c.

Where I had laid my chignon by :

“ 0 Pale Lace Lady, there you see
Some hair that once belonged to me,

I’m come to claim my property.

Lal, lal, &c.

“ I fell in battle with some squaws,

Fal lal, &c.

Belonging to the Chickasaws,

Lal, la, &c.

Among the wounded and the slam
They scalped me on the fatal plain.

And sold my head of hair for gain.

Lal, lal, &c.

“ Now, I shall take away my due,

Fal lal, &c.

And also must be off with you.

Lal, la, &c.

Come to the Happy Hunting Grounds,

Beyond the Big€Jrink’s farthest bounds.”

I cried, “ Oh not for twenty pounds ! ”

Lal, lal, &c.

Ah, then the frightful Spectre wround,

Lal lal, &c.

Its lanky arms my waist around.

Lal, la, &c.

“ Come come,” it cried, “ ere morning break !
Yourself and chignon I must take.”

I screamed—and found myself awake.

Lal, lal, &c.

Why should a Chimney Sweeper be a good whist-player ? Because
he’s always following soot.