Punch: Punch (89.1885)

182 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [Octobee 17, 1885.




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THE LITTLE BULGAR BOY.

a wopul ballad or the balkans.

( With acknowledgments to Mr. Simplcinson of the " Ingoldsby Legends")

Sorrowful Suzerain loquitur .—

It was at Philippopolis, in August of this year,

I saw a little Bulgar Boy.—I said, "What do you here ?"
The glow upon his youthfnl cheek bespake exceeding joy.

I said, " What is your little game, you little Bulgar Boy f "

He sniffed, that little Bulgar Boy, he seemed inclined to scoff ;
My heart has been so often bruised, a little sets it off.

He put his finger to his Well, my haughty bosom rose,

And I applied my—hem!—my handkerchief unto my nose.

" Hark! don't you hear, my little man, your Suzerain speaks! "
said.

" How would you like a sack, a cord, the Bosphorus for a bed ?
Run home to your Bulgarian home, or I shall scold. Oh, fie!

This is a most improper game for Bulgar Boys to try."

The mockery in his little eye began again to spring ;

His bosom shook with giggling strong,—he laughed like anything!
I stooped, and, 'midst his chortling low, I heard him murmur,
" Bosh!

I haven't got no Suzerain, so that kibosh will not wash!

" If you into your Bosphorus, to your exceeding joy,

Can land me right, then blow me tight! " (A. yulgar Bulgar Boy[!)

" And now I'm here, old Pint o' Beer, it is my fixed intent

To raise to diplomatic rot a lasting monument."

" Tut! tut! my little man—tut! tut!" I genially said.

" You are a naughty boy to take such things into your head.

If you go breaking Treaties thus, as though they were but eggs,
Either we '11 have to stretch your neck, or you to stretch your legs !