Punch (91.1886)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[August 28, 1886.

'ARRY AT STONEHENGE.

Deax Chabxie,

I've 'ad a prime 'oliday, barrin' the botherin' rain,
And the pick o' the basket, old man, was our picknik to Solsbury
Plain.

So twigging some stuff in the Times, pile o' rot about rabbits and me,
I '11 jest give yer my views on the pint, as will settle the case, dont-
cher see.

Stonehenge is a fraud, my dear Chablie ! Some old Arkylogical
bloke,

As caught me and Bob arter luncheon, a-doing a doss and a smoke,
Pitched up a rare yarn about Wandals, wotever they are, and made
out,

As the stones wos " a precious possession!" Big bee in' 'is bonnet
no doubt.

"A precious-old graveyard gone wrong!" sez Tours Truly. He

shuddered, dear pal,
And pattered a proper old barney to me and Bob Jones, and his gal,
About Druids, and sickles, and mizzletoe, Slortering Stones and seen,
stuff,

Till I asked 'im if tuppence 'ud stash 'im; as sent 'im away in a 'uff.
Arter that we 'ad larks and no error; played kiss-in-the-ring round
the stones;

It's a proper old spot for that fun, and that crumby young caution,
Poll Jones,