DOI issue:
March 19, 1892
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17693#0152
March 19, 1892.] PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHAKIVARL
POPULAR SONGS RE-SUNG.
" Sich a Nice Man '.Too ! " is one of the
latest, and greatest, successes of the clever
Coster Laureate, Mr. Albert Chevalier,
who, " Funny without being Yulgar," proves
that he, the Muse of the Market Cart, and
Bard of the Barrow, " Knocks 'em in the Old
Kent Road," — and elsewhere — with well-
deserved success. As is ever the case with
the works of genuine genius, "liberal appli-
cations lie " in his " patter " songs, the enjoy-
ment of which need by no means be conhned
to the Coster and his chums. For example,
at Caucus-Conferences and places where they
sing — and shout — the following might be
rendered with relish :—
No. VII—SICH A SMART MAN TOO!
{Coster-Jim on CorJcus-Joe.)
There 's party-men yer meets about
"What wins yer 'eart instanter ;
Of their success there's ne'er a doubt,
They romps in in a canter.
There's one as means to lick the lot,
Brum Joe, the artf'llst dodger.
For 'im we Rads went 'ot and 'ot;
Sez we, " Yus, Joe 's the codger ! "
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart
man!
No Tory pride, no toffish affectation !
Yet 'e somehow makes yer feel
That in 'im yer 'ave to deal
With a gent, if not by buth, by edgercation !
'E made 'is pile in a snide way,—
"Down on ther nail," 'is motter—
Went to the front, and came to stay ;
Whigs might pertest and potter.
'Is game wos doin' the poor good,
And doin' of it 'andsome.
Jack Cade they called 'im,—which wos rude—
'Acos 'e talked o' ransom !
Chorus.
Sich a smart
man too!
Sich a very
smart man!
No '/Lily"
pride, no
blue - blood
affectation!
Yet he some-
how made
yer feel
That in 'im
yer 'ad to
deal
With a gent
by nature
and by ed-
gercation !
You ought to
seen 'im on
the stump,
Smart frock
and stiff
shirt collar;
Got up regard-
less, clean-
cut chump,
Orchid for
button-'oler!
'E cocked a
sno ok at
pride o' race.
We shouted
"Br ay vo,
Brummy !
Peg on, we'll
put yer in
fust place;
Then won't old Weg look rummy ? "
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart
man!
No Rip wan Winkle Harty affectation!
Yet 'e somehow made yer feel
That 'e jest knowed 'ow to deal
With the "Gentlemen" by buth and edger-
cation.
Acrost 'is phiz there stole a smile,
Like sunshine in November.
Sez 'e, " J'm for the Sons o' Tile ! "
0 yus, don't we remember !
We fancied Joe wos one of hus,
A cove we might ha' trusted.
Now you should 'ear the Corkus cuss
At the Brum bubble—busted !
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too ! Sich a very smart
man!
No orty scorn, no " arm-cheer" affectation!
One as somehow made yer feel
'E alone knowed 'ow to deal
With Allotments, Taxes \ and Free
Edgercation!
'E chose to play at hodd man hout;
'E ain't the fust by many
Wot 's tried to Tommy-Dodd the rout
With a two-'eaded penny.
It's broke our trust; 'e can go 'ome
With Toffdom for next neighbour.
'E won't cut Capital's cockscomb
In the 'Oly Cause o' Labour!
Chorus.
Sich a snide man too! Sich a very snide
man!
And now,— but that's 'is hartful
affectation!—
'E would like to make hus feel
As he only " plays genteel,"
To give Toffs a Demmycratic Hedgercation !
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday, March 7.—Jokim in a bad way to-
night. People are wanting: to know how it has come about that
Tate's offer of £80,000 for Picture Gallery, with £80,000 worth of
pictures thrown in to
start it, has, after long
correspondence with
Chancellor op Ex-
chequer, been with-
drawn. Jokim rises to
explain.
" What I should really
like to do," he whispered
to me, in confidence, " is
to give him one for his
tete, as we say in crib-
bage. But suppose I
must speak him fair."
Did his best in that
direction though under-
current of observation in
lengthy paper he read
decidedly set in direction
of making Tate out as
a cantankerous wrong-
headed person who, pro-
posing to bestow some
£160,000 in way of free
gift, expected to have
his wishes consulted in
such matter of detail as
selection of site for Gal-
lery.
"I venture to hope,"
Young Father Dillwyn. ^ ™ c°ncl»-
° J sion, "that the door is
n°t finally closed on the establishment of a Gallery for British Art."
That 'snot quite it," said Young Father Dillwyn-, with hand to
ear, listening from corner seat below Gangway he shares with that
other eminent statesman, the Sage of Otjeen Anne's Gate. "What
we complain of is, that you have so managed matters that the door
hasn't been opened."
"Ah, well," said Jokim, wringing his hands, "it's no use my
trying anything. Remember once seeing in dock of police-court at
Lyons, a sailor brought up charged with some offence. On his arm
was tattooed the legend, ' Pas de chance.' He told long story of
honest endeavour, combined with strict
honesty and tireless industry, ever frus-
trated by malign accident. In short, he
was no sooner out of prison than he was
sent back upon fresh conviction. He had
no chance, and one time, in enforced re-
tirement from the world, he indelibly
inscribed the legend on his forearm. Moi
aussi, je n'ai pas de chance. Ever since
I joined this Government things have
gone wrong with me, whether in Budget
Schemes, when acting as Deputy Leader
of the House, with £1 notes, and
now in this affair, where I run
my head against Tate (sort of
tete-a-tete), and, though I'm
innocent as a lamb, everybody
will have it that I've muddled
things and lost the nation a
munificent gift. Pas de chance ;
cher Toby; pas de chance ! "
Hanblry been looking into
our Army Service, and behold!
it is very bad. Condemns it,
lock, stock, and barrel. Things
no better than they were in time
of Crimean War. Oar Army
costs more, and could do less
than any in the world. _ Curious Crai°- (not Ailsa).
to find statement like this gravely
made in presence of twenty-eight Members, all told, including the
Speaker. Suppose it's true, Empire on verge of precipice, into
which, on slightest impulse, it may totter and disappear. Hon.
Members, in the main, care so little that they busy themselves
POPULAR SONGS RE-SUNG.
" Sich a Nice Man '.Too ! " is one of the
latest, and greatest, successes of the clever
Coster Laureate, Mr. Albert Chevalier,
who, " Funny without being Yulgar," proves
that he, the Muse of the Market Cart, and
Bard of the Barrow, " Knocks 'em in the Old
Kent Road," — and elsewhere — with well-
deserved success. As is ever the case with
the works of genuine genius, "liberal appli-
cations lie " in his " patter " songs, the enjoy-
ment of which need by no means be conhned
to the Coster and his chums. For example,
at Caucus-Conferences and places where they
sing — and shout — the following might be
rendered with relish :—
No. VII—SICH A SMART MAN TOO!
{Coster-Jim on CorJcus-Joe.)
There 's party-men yer meets about
"What wins yer 'eart instanter ;
Of their success there's ne'er a doubt,
They romps in in a canter.
There's one as means to lick the lot,
Brum Joe, the artf'llst dodger.
For 'im we Rads went 'ot and 'ot;
Sez we, " Yus, Joe 's the codger ! "
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart
man!
No Tory pride, no toffish affectation !
Yet 'e somehow makes yer feel
That in 'im yer 'ave to deal
With a gent, if not by buth, by edgercation !
'E made 'is pile in a snide way,—
"Down on ther nail," 'is motter—
Went to the front, and came to stay ;
Whigs might pertest and potter.
'Is game wos doin' the poor good,
And doin' of it 'andsome.
Jack Cade they called 'im,—which wos rude—
'Acos 'e talked o' ransom !
Chorus.
Sich a smart
man too!
Sich a very
smart man!
No '/Lily"
pride, no
blue - blood
affectation!
Yet he some-
how made
yer feel
That in 'im
yer 'ad to
deal
With a gent
by nature
and by ed-
gercation !
You ought to
seen 'im on
the stump,
Smart frock
and stiff
shirt collar;
Got up regard-
less, clean-
cut chump,
Orchid for
button-'oler!
'E cocked a
sno ok at
pride o' race.
We shouted
"Br ay vo,
Brummy !
Peg on, we'll
put yer in
fust place;
Then won't old Weg look rummy ? "
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart
man!
No Rip wan Winkle Harty affectation!
Yet 'e somehow made yer feel
That 'e jest knowed 'ow to deal
With the "Gentlemen" by buth and edger-
cation.
Acrost 'is phiz there stole a smile,
Like sunshine in November.
Sez 'e, " J'm for the Sons o' Tile ! "
0 yus, don't we remember !
We fancied Joe wos one of hus,
A cove we might ha' trusted.
Now you should 'ear the Corkus cuss
At the Brum bubble—busted !
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too ! Sich a very smart
man!
No orty scorn, no " arm-cheer" affectation!
One as somehow made yer feel
'E alone knowed 'ow to deal
With Allotments, Taxes \ and Free
Edgercation!
'E chose to play at hodd man hout;
'E ain't the fust by many
Wot 's tried to Tommy-Dodd the rout
With a two-'eaded penny.
It's broke our trust; 'e can go 'ome
With Toffdom for next neighbour.
'E won't cut Capital's cockscomb
In the 'Oly Cause o' Labour!
Chorus.
Sich a snide man too! Sich a very snide
man!
And now,— but that's 'is hartful
affectation!—
'E would like to make hus feel
As he only " plays genteel,"
To give Toffs a Demmycratic Hedgercation !
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Commons, Monday, March 7.—Jokim in a bad way to-
night. People are wanting: to know how it has come about that
Tate's offer of £80,000 for Picture Gallery, with £80,000 worth of
pictures thrown in to
start it, has, after long
correspondence with
Chancellor op Ex-
chequer, been with-
drawn. Jokim rises to
explain.
" What I should really
like to do," he whispered
to me, in confidence, " is
to give him one for his
tete, as we say in crib-
bage. But suppose I
must speak him fair."
Did his best in that
direction though under-
current of observation in
lengthy paper he read
decidedly set in direction
of making Tate out as
a cantankerous wrong-
headed person who, pro-
posing to bestow some
£160,000 in way of free
gift, expected to have
his wishes consulted in
such matter of detail as
selection of site for Gal-
lery.
"I venture to hope,"
Young Father Dillwyn. ^ ™ c°ncl»-
° J sion, "that the door is
n°t finally closed on the establishment of a Gallery for British Art."
That 'snot quite it," said Young Father Dillwyn-, with hand to
ear, listening from corner seat below Gangway he shares with that
other eminent statesman, the Sage of Otjeen Anne's Gate. "What
we complain of is, that you have so managed matters that the door
hasn't been opened."
"Ah, well," said Jokim, wringing his hands, "it's no use my
trying anything. Remember once seeing in dock of police-court at
Lyons, a sailor brought up charged with some offence. On his arm
was tattooed the legend, ' Pas de chance.' He told long story of
honest endeavour, combined with strict
honesty and tireless industry, ever frus-
trated by malign accident. In short, he
was no sooner out of prison than he was
sent back upon fresh conviction. He had
no chance, and one time, in enforced re-
tirement from the world, he indelibly
inscribed the legend on his forearm. Moi
aussi, je n'ai pas de chance. Ever since
I joined this Government things have
gone wrong with me, whether in Budget
Schemes, when acting as Deputy Leader
of the House, with £1 notes, and
now in this affair, where I run
my head against Tate (sort of
tete-a-tete), and, though I'm
innocent as a lamb, everybody
will have it that I've muddled
things and lost the nation a
munificent gift. Pas de chance ;
cher Toby; pas de chance ! "
Hanblry been looking into
our Army Service, and behold!
it is very bad. Condemns it,
lock, stock, and barrel. Things
no better than they were in time
of Crimean War. Oar Army
costs more, and could do less
than any in the world. _ Curious Crai°- (not Ailsa).
to find statement like this gravely
made in presence of twenty-eight Members, all told, including the
Speaker. Suppose it's true, Empire on verge of precipice, into
which, on slightest impulse, it may totter and disappear. Hon.
Members, in the main, care so little that they busy themselves