Punch (72.1877)

282 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [June 23, 1877.

FASHIONABLE ENTERTAINMENTS FOR THE WEEK.

"Going to the Throat and Ear Ball, Lady Mart?"
" no—we are engaged to the incurable idiots."

" Then perhaps i may meet you at the Epileptic Dance on Saturday?"

" Off, yes—we are sure to be there. TflE epileptic stewards are so delightful ! "

THE THREE BAYENS.

{Neiv Version.)

There were three Croakers lay in a bed.

{Doivn, a down, a down, hey down !)
They were off their feed and off their head :

(With a down .')
The three, 'ere they slept, had chorussed in fear,
" What will become of England. Oh dear! "

(With a down, derry, derry doivn .')

They drowsed, and dreamed a gruesome dream.

{Doivn, a down, a down, hey down !)
A Bogey stood in night's pale gleam,

(With a down !)
An awful Bogey, dim and dread,
Which straddled all across their bed.

( With a down, derry, derry down !)

Its nose did glow, its eyes did glare :

[Down, a down, a down, hey down .')

It had a shock of matted hair.

( With a down !)

With seven-leagued boots it did bestride

A charger that a fiend might ride.

(With a doivn, derry, derry down !)

It swelled, that portent big and base,
{Down, a down, a down, hey down .')

Until it seemed to nil all space,
(With a down !)

Its stride could stretch from pole to pole,

Its maw might swallow nations whole.
( With a down, derry, derry down !)

These Croakers three they kicked and groaned,
{Down, a down, a down, hey down !)

They gurgled, grunted, sighed, and moaned,
( With a down !)

And, like tub-thumper o'er his book,

Each night-capped noddle swayed and shook.
(With a down, derry, derry down !)

They shouted " Fire ! " they cried " Police! "

{Doivn, a down, a down, hey down!)
They shrieked at all who bade them cease.

(With a down .')
And they cursed for fools and traitors foul
All who would not at Bogey howl.

( With a down, derry, derry down !)

Till a Lord they blessed, and a Lord they curst,
{Down, a down, a doivn, hey down A)

Upon their slumbers rudely burst.
(With a doivn .')

" Wake up! No foe is here ! " he cried,

" But Bogey his nightmare that doth bestride."
(With a down, derry, derry down !)

They rubbed their eyes, they wagged their heads,
{Down, a down, a down, hey down !)

They paced the floor with troubled treads,
( With a down !■)

" Nightmare ! " quoth one. " Oh don't tell me ! "

" Dream ! " said another. " Fiddle-de-dee ! "
{With a down, derry, derry down !)

The third he cried, " This is too bad;

{Down, a down, a down, hey down .')
That lord who woke us must be mad!
(With a down .')