Punch: Punch (100.1891)

February 21, 1891.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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And she pretty soon will to join me prepare,
Over the Garden Wall!

Chorus {pianissimo).

Over the garden wall,

0 sweetest girl of all!
Come along do, you '11 never regret;
"We were made for one another, you bet!
'Tis time our lips in kisses met,

Over the Garden Wall!

Your father will stamp and your father will
rave,

Over the garden wall;
And like an old madman no doubt will behave,

Over the garden wall.
M'Klnley has riled him, he's lost his head.
Mic's Tariff is stiff, but if me you '11 wed,
1 '11 give Reciprocity, darling, instead,

Over the Garden Wall!

Chorus (piano).

Over the garden wall!

Maclonald is bound to fall.
'Tis Mac against Mac, my Canadian pet.
And M'Kjnley is bound to win, you bet!
So join me, dear ; we '11 be happy yet,

Over the Garden Wall I

One day you'll jump down on the other side,

Over the garden wall;
There's plenty of room, and my arms are
wide.

Over the garden wall:
Johnny may jib, and Sir John may kick,
I have an impression I '11 lick them—slick ;
So come like a darling and join me quick,

Over the Garden Wall!

Chorus (forte),

Over the garden wall!

Dollars, dear, rule us all.
Patriot sentiment's pretty, and yet
Interest sways in the end, you bet I
Mercier's right; so pop, my pet,

Over the Garden Wall!,

Where there's a will there's always a way,

Over the garden wall!
Macdonald's a Boss, but he's had his day,

Over the garden wall!
Tariffs take money, but weddings are cheap,
So wait till old Johnny is snoring asleep,
Then give him the slip, and to Jonathan
creep,

Over the Garden Wall!

Chorus (fortissimo).

Over the garden wall!
Your " Grand Old Man" may squall,
And swear Miss Canada's loyal yet.
But loyalty bows to Dollars—you bet!
'Tis time our lips in union met
Over the Garden Wall!

[Left twangling seductively.

QUEER QUERIES.

Domestic Seevice.—My General Servant
has just left me suddenly, on the ridiculous
excuse that she was being " killed by over-
work." She was not required to rise before
5 a.m., and she was generally in bed by
twelve. Oar house is not large, though
rather lofty, and there are only fifteen in
family. Of course I shall not pay her any
wages, and shall retain her boxes ; but how
can I really punish her for her shameful
desertion ?—Considerate.

Haie Falling Oef.—My hair is coming
off, not slowly, but in one great circular
patch at the top of the head. A malicious
report has in consequence been spread abroad
in the neighbourhood that I have been scalped!
What course ought I to adopt to (1) recover
damages against my traducers, and (2J recover
my hair ?—Little Wool.

THE LIGHTS O' LONDON.

" The first practical constructive step towards lighting the City of London by means of electricity,
■was taken yesterday (Feb. 3), when the Lord Mayor placed in position the first stone of the main
junction-box for the electric conductors, at the top of Walbrook, close under the shadow of the western
walls of the Mansion House."—Times,

FIRST STONi

%\\ fTf-Arrp ffihf] f* J3 n 1111 nil

Yer dingy nooks and slums,
sombre and slimy.
Is gifts wot Prowidence
most kyindly sends
To give hus chaps a
chance of perks and

Bill Sikes. "Well, I ham elowed i If they're goin' to ' t ,

'ave THIS BEASTLY 'lectric LlGHT all over ths l'lace— 4? n f J-OWI1 SCnOCK-

WOT'S TO BECOME OF hus?" *UH °* &T0 and

Mr. William Sikes, Junior, loquitur : —

Well, I ham blowed! I say, look 'ere, you
Nancy I

Old Gog and Magog is woke up at last!
Goin' to hilluminate the City. Fancy I!

When this yer 'Lectric light is fairly cast
On every nook and corner, hole and entry

Of London, you and me is done, to-rights.
A Slop at every street-end standin' sentry,

Won't spile our game like lots o' 'Lectric
Lights.

The Lights o' London? Yah! That's bin
all boko.

Were London lighted, how could you
and me

Garotte a swell, or give a tight 'un toko ?
We ain't got arf a chance where coves
can see.

'Tis darkness plays our game, and we've 'ad
plenty,

But this means mischief, or my name ain't
Bill.

Wy, not one pooty little plant in twenty
Could we pull orf if light spiled pluck and
skill.

It's beastly, Nait, that's wot it is. Wy,
blimy,

Narrer ill-lighted streets is our best friends.

" glow,"

With you and me, Nan, it will play the
dickens.

We must turn'onest, Nan, and thafsno go

'Ang Science! He lamps and old Charlies-
bless 'em!—
Wos good for trade, our trade. Ah! ifmydad
Could see 'ow Larnin', Law, and Light
oppress 'em, [mad.
Our good old cracksmen-gangs, he'd go stark
As for the Hartful Dodger and old Fagin,
Ah! they 're well hout of it. Wot could
they do

With Science and her bloomin' fireworks
plaguin'

Their hartfullest little games the whole
Town through ?

Our only 'ope, my Nan, is in the Noodles,
There's still Borne left in London I '11 be
bound.

To lurk a crib, prig wipes, sneak ladies' poodles,
Gits 'arder every day; we're watched all
round.

Many a programme wot looks vastly pooty,
Mucked by the mugs, leads on to wus and
wus.

But if they do light up the dim, cramped, sooty,
Gog-ruled old Town—tcot's to become of
hus?

Most Appropriate.—The Bishop of Durham has appointed Mr. T. Dibdin Chancellor of
the Diocese of Durham. He already holds the Chancellorships of Exeter and Rochester.
Three Chancellorships, all on the high sees too ! " Thomas Dibdin " is the right man in the
right plaoe.__

Proverb "Up to Date."—" Camming events cast their shadows before." And let's
hope the shadows will be speedily dispelled.