DOI issue:
August 22, 1891
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17692#0110
90 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [August 22, 1891.
A PIOUS FRAUD!
'Hullo, Monty, what have you got in your Button-hole? You don't mean to say you'ye joined the Blue Ribbon
Army?"—"Yes; for this Night only. Going to Dine with Jakes. Don't want to hurt poor old Jakes's feelings—don't
want to be Poisoned by his beastly "Wine. See ?"
NEPTUNE'S "AT HOME;" OR, NEIGHBOURS UNITED.
The French are all coming, for so they declare,
Of their fleet and their tars all the papers advise us ,
They 're to come o'er the sea and to Portsmouth repair,
Their squadrons at Spithead will please, not surprise us.
Their fleet is to come for a right friendly spree ;
To promise them " skylarks" is hardly presumption.
They're welcome to Neptune's old " Halls hy the Sea."
Of powder and grog there '11 be mighty consumption,
In toasts and salutes, for they 're friends and invited :
John and Johnny clasp paws,
And drink deep to the Cause
Of Neptune's two guests and brave Neighbours United !
The scribes and the specials report wondrous things,
Of the grand preparations, the routs and the rackets.
Gone the old days of huge wooden walls and white wings,
We now meet without mutual dusting of jackets.
Well so much the better ! Our seas let them try,
Their squadrons are welcome to float 'em and swim 'em.
Like good Cap'n Cuttle we '11 smile and " stand by,"
Friendly bumpers we '11 empty as fast as thev brim 'em ■
To welcome his guests Father Neptune's delighted,
He '11 clasp both their paws,
And drink deep to the Cause
Of Sailors as shipmates and Neighbours United !
Old Nep is " At Home " to the Sailors of France.
Old foes turn new friends as their reason grows riper ;
" All hands for Skylarking ! " A measure we '11 dance,
With friendship for fiddler and pleasure for piper.
'Tis a good many years since they sought our white shore ;
Once more at hands'-grip we are glad to have got 'em.
As to Jingos or Chauvinists,—out on the bores!
Such Jonahs should promptly be plumped to the bottom ;
Poor swabs ! For this party they are not invited ;
Shall they come athwart hawse
As we drink to the Cause
Of Shipmates for ever and Neighbours United ?
Yes, we know that humanity fondly may scheme
For Peace, of all ills the supposed panacea :
We know that Utopia's only a dream,
Unbroken good fellowship but an idea.
Old Nep knows his great Naval Show is now on,
And Armstrong and Whitworth's huge works he 's aware
on;
He sees what our shipwrights and gunsmiths have done
To send foes o'er the Styx in the barque of old Chaj on.
At sight of War's muderous monsters half frighted,
E'en valour may pause,
And drink deep to the Cause,
Of Good-will among Nations and Neighbours United !
But, gushing apart, 'tis a sight for sad eyes
To see ancient rivals on joint messmate duty.
A French ship in our waters and not as a prize
Might once have perturbed British Yalour and Beauiy.
But now Father Neptune, " At Home," calmly grips
His trident, and smiles with most friendly benignity._
We welcome French Sailors, and shout for French ships,
Without an abatement of patriot dignitv.
To see any friend of John Bull Nep's delighted.
He holds out his paws,
And will drink to the Cause
Of Peace on theOcean and Neighbours United !
Then shout, Britons, shout, while the neighbouring crews
Hob-nob, as the symbol of neighbouring nations ;
Whilst Neptune at Home welcomes brave Brother Blues,
And serves out the stingo to each in fair rations.
Your spirits, ye sturdy old seadogs, might smile
On a friendship which to your true hearts is no treason.
The Sea-God makes free of his favourite Isle
The French lads he once would have shied, and with reason.
Now to greet brave Gervais and his tars he's delighted.
Midst general applause
Let us drink to the Cause.
Hooray for Nep's Yisitors, Neighbours United !
A PIOUS FRAUD!
'Hullo, Monty, what have you got in your Button-hole? You don't mean to say you'ye joined the Blue Ribbon
Army?"—"Yes; for this Night only. Going to Dine with Jakes. Don't want to hurt poor old Jakes's feelings—don't
want to be Poisoned by his beastly "Wine. See ?"
NEPTUNE'S "AT HOME;" OR, NEIGHBOURS UNITED.
The French are all coming, for so they declare,
Of their fleet and their tars all the papers advise us ,
They 're to come o'er the sea and to Portsmouth repair,
Their squadrons at Spithead will please, not surprise us.
Their fleet is to come for a right friendly spree ;
To promise them " skylarks" is hardly presumption.
They're welcome to Neptune's old " Halls hy the Sea."
Of powder and grog there '11 be mighty consumption,
In toasts and salutes, for they 're friends and invited :
John and Johnny clasp paws,
And drink deep to the Cause
Of Neptune's two guests and brave Neighbours United !
The scribes and the specials report wondrous things,
Of the grand preparations, the routs and the rackets.
Gone the old days of huge wooden walls and white wings,
We now meet without mutual dusting of jackets.
Well so much the better ! Our seas let them try,
Their squadrons are welcome to float 'em and swim 'em.
Like good Cap'n Cuttle we '11 smile and " stand by,"
Friendly bumpers we '11 empty as fast as thev brim 'em ■
To welcome his guests Father Neptune's delighted,
He '11 clasp both their paws,
And drink deep to the Cause
Of Sailors as shipmates and Neighbours United !
Old Nep is " At Home " to the Sailors of France.
Old foes turn new friends as their reason grows riper ;
" All hands for Skylarking ! " A measure we '11 dance,
With friendship for fiddler and pleasure for piper.
'Tis a good many years since they sought our white shore ;
Once more at hands'-grip we are glad to have got 'em.
As to Jingos or Chauvinists,—out on the bores!
Such Jonahs should promptly be plumped to the bottom ;
Poor swabs ! For this party they are not invited ;
Shall they come athwart hawse
As we drink to the Cause
Of Shipmates for ever and Neighbours United ?
Yes, we know that humanity fondly may scheme
For Peace, of all ills the supposed panacea :
We know that Utopia's only a dream,
Unbroken good fellowship but an idea.
Old Nep knows his great Naval Show is now on,
And Armstrong and Whitworth's huge works he 's aware
on;
He sees what our shipwrights and gunsmiths have done
To send foes o'er the Styx in the barque of old Chaj on.
At sight of War's muderous monsters half frighted,
E'en valour may pause,
And drink deep to the Cause,
Of Good-will among Nations and Neighbours United !
But, gushing apart, 'tis a sight for sad eyes
To see ancient rivals on joint messmate duty.
A French ship in our waters and not as a prize
Might once have perturbed British Yalour and Beauiy.
But now Father Neptune, " At Home," calmly grips
His trident, and smiles with most friendly benignity._
We welcome French Sailors, and shout for French ships,
Without an abatement of patriot dignitv.
To see any friend of John Bull Nep's delighted.
He holds out his paws,
And will drink to the Cause
Of Peace on theOcean and Neighbours United !
Then shout, Britons, shout, while the neighbouring crews
Hob-nob, as the symbol of neighbouring nations ;
Whilst Neptune at Home welcomes brave Brother Blues,
And serves out the stingo to each in fair rations.
Your spirits, ye sturdy old seadogs, might smile
On a friendship which to your true hearts is no treason.
The Sea-God makes free of his favourite Isle
The French lads he once would have shied, and with reason.
Now to greet brave Gervais and his tars he's delighted.
Midst general applause
Let us drink to the Cause.
Hooray for Nep's Yisitors, Neighbours United !