Punch (103.1892)

98 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [September 3. 1892.

SUMMER VOLUPTAS."

Toby {sings). "My Barque is on the Sea !"

SONGS OUT OF SEASON.

No. I.—DISORGANISED.

Sttll in London now you '11 find me,

Still detained against my will;
And I wish, distinctly, mind me,

To accentuate the " still" ;
It's a sort of consolation,

As I sit, and fume, and frown,
That the greatest botheration

Of my life is out of town.

He who used to grind " She Wore a
Wreath of Roses" every day,

And " Selections from Dinorah,"
And—" Ta-ra-ra-Boom-de-ay. "

With his execrable smiling,

And exasperating din,
Must, I needs infer, be riling

Some one else with grind and grin.

He who seemed, in fact, delighted,

And a kiss—the fiend !—would blow,
When I got a bit excited.

And exclaimed " Al Diavolo ! "
Who, with unabashed assurance,

Only beamed the more, and kissed,
If, incensed beyond endurance,

In his face I shook my fist.

He has earned his little outing,

This excruciating cove,
And his instrument is flouting

Bath, or Scarborough, or Hove.

For the moment I can get a
Peaceful interim, and free—

But he cherishes vendetta,
This Italian count, to me.

Yes ! Perhaps, indeed, 'twere kinder,

Had he ne'er relaxed his track ;
He '11 return, that grinning grinder,

lleinvigorated, back!
Then, as I remarked before, a

Spell of doom for me remains,
With "Selections from Dinorah"

And his other worse refrains.

Why I don't go out of Town for the
Autumn ?—Becaxise I've been pretty well
everywhere, but always quite well in London.