Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[November 1, 1890.

THE SPREAD OF CULTURE DOWNWARDS.

Jones {to Mrs. J ). "EsKER voo ne ponxay PA.h KER la noovelle fum-de-shomb att EXTRARDMA1RM0XO JoLEE?"

Mrs. J. {who is over-considerate of lier Servants). "Wee—mais il ne fo pah pakly Fronxay devong ley bomesteek ; oe n'ay

pah POLEE, voo savvy i "

The New Scotch Housemiid. "Oh, Monsieur, quant a £a, ce n'est pas la peine de vous genek devant moi. Je oompeends

assez bien le FfiANgAI8 i "

TIPPEBA.RY JUNCTION.
John Mobley sings . —
Air—" Tipperary."

Oh, politics puzzle, and partisans vary,
In holiday autumn on Albion's shore;
But ooh ! there 'a good business in New Tip-
perary,

So to take a look round I will take a run
o'er.

Prince Abthub looks proud, but his policy's
poor—

No doubt, he'd be happy to show me the
door;

But the Paddies will welcome an English
grandee—

They 've had Shaw-Lefsvbe, they 'd rather
have me I

So I laugh at all fears of things going con-
trairey

(She loves me, does Erin, the shamrock-
gowned fairy),

I'm sure there's good business in New
Tipperary!

In New Tipperary!

Arthur Balfour sings:—
Air—-" Off to Philadelphia."
Faith! John Mobley thinks he's leary,
And he's off to Tipperary;
My policy he thinks he '11 be a thorn in ;
But before he comes away
He will find to spoil my play
He must get up very early in the mornin'.

Wid his hundle on his Bhoulder,

He thinks no man could look boulder,
And he's lavin' for Auld Ireland widout
warnin'.

For he lately took the notion

For to cross the briny oeean,
And to start for Tipperary in the mornin'.

John Morley sings ,—
Air—" Tipperary."
By St. Pathrick, I've hit on the thing I was
after

(Good luck, Morley dear, says O'Eeien to
me)

My tale Balfour bould, will be no oase for
laughter,

I '11 leave ye no leg for to stand on, ye '11 see.
Of course you will say that my story 'a not
true,

But who will belave such a fellow as you ?
By Jingo, I've something to talk about now!
I '11 make ye to sit up and snort, that I vow!
I'll give ye the facts, ye can't prove the
contrairey.

My story and Caddell's will probably vary,
But I've found good business in New
Tipperary!

In New Tipperary I

Arthur Balfour tings:—
Air—" Off to Philadelphia."
When they tould me I must shpake a pace,
I tried to kape a cheerful face,
Though obvious lack of matther I was
mournin'!

But, oh sombre-faced John Mobley !
Te desired to help me surely,
"When ye went for Tipperary widout
warnin'!

Though your tale could scarce be boulder,
Yet my hits straight from the shoulder
Will make ye mourn the hour that ye
were born in.
And I think ye '11 have a notion
Ye were wrong to cross the ocean,
And raise rucktions in ould Ireland in the
mornin' !

John Mobley sings :—
Air—" Tipperary."
I may yet have to sail o'er the blue seas to-
morrow,

Onoe more sail away to the Isle o' the West,
They yet may subpoena me, much to my
sorrow,

And then my strange tale will be put to the
test.

But Balfour shall find, when once more I

come baok,
Of matter for speeches I shall have no lack.
O'Brien and Dillon from judgment have

flown,

But with Balfour, I fancy, I'll still hold my
own.

That flight in the boat was a funny vagary,
But the picture I '11 paint will make

Salisbury scary,
And set the bells ringing in New Tip-
perary !

In New Tipperary!