Punch: Punch (96.1889)

PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[February 9, 1889.

“HANDS OFF!”


Four bumptious, big European style,

My gal, Teuton !

Tou ’d take ber borne, Boss, in your train ?

My gal, Teuton! [bis.)
ily lusty Lochinvak, restrain
Tour love of foreign gals and gam.

Under my charge she’d best remain,

My gal, Teuton!

Tou think she’s nice, Boss, real jam?

My gal, Teuton! [bis.)
Wal, Europe follows you like a lamb ;
rhat ’s not the sort of man I am.

Tou’ve here to deal with Uncle Sam.

JVT'i / real Tonfnn T

What ’s your little game to-day ?

My gal, Teuton ! (bis.)
Ob, yes, I know your winning way
With any charmer found astray,

But once again I beg to say,

My gal, Teuton!

Your eye is on that sweet young thing ?

My gal, Teuton! (bis.)
Your battery of charms you’d bring,
Your rayther guttural song you’d sing,
But mark, she’s underneath my wing.

My gal, Teuton!

What say you to the dusky pet ?—

My gal, Teuton ! (bis.)

You peer into her eyes of jet,

You woo, hut you’ve not won her yet.

My eye is on you, Boss, you bet!

My gal, Teuton!

You ’d clasp her to your beating heart!

My gal, Teuton ! (bis.)
From her old love you’d have her part.

Wal, Stranger, guess you’re all-tired smart,
But Uncle Sam has got the start.

My gal, Teuton!

You beam a broad Batavian smile,

My gal, Teuton ! (bis.)

You fancy here you have struck ile.

But I shan’t stand with nary rile,

Jonathan. u ’Souse Me, Stranger,—My Gal!”