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0.5
1 cm
mmWB ALMANACK FOB 3652.
MAY XXXI DAYS.
JUNE XXX DAYS.
LONDON MAY-DAY TALKS OF HER
PAST AND HER. PRESENT.
Ir you're "waking, call me early—call me
early, April dear;
For to-morrow is my birthday, of all days in
the year:
But my birthday's riot what it used to be, in
ihe times that are passed away ;
For e'en Jack-in-the Green's had his day,
I fear ; yes. Jack.-in-the Green's had
his day.
In the old times, how proud I lay, with the
young Spring in my arms,
And heard, under my windows, the minstrels
sing my charms!
How the fre^h maids rose in my honour, and
merrily sped away
To the bright, green he^ge-rows, for garlands
bedropped with the dew of May.
The breath -of those fresh-cuH'd May-buds
came up to my chamber sweet;
And the areen hnnt?hc <.im>io4 like a bower
street;
t of town such
one must go to
niseis now !—
*'*^VVv — d dumb,
W idens, there's
t paper instead
irtar; I loathe
ring-tide,—for
ain-tops.
5 sky, with no
CO
think I shall
"WHITSUNTIDE WONDERS OF THE
LONDON SEASON.
Pleasant is a Whitsun gambol,
"When the heat of mid-day passes,
Wound up by a jolly scramble
With a troop of country lasses.
Pleasant, too, a merry-making
On the genuine "Whitsun scale ;
(Though your clod? are fond of taking
More than does them good of ale).
But if one thing 's more for pain meant,
Than all other things beside,
Sure it is the entertainment
London gives to Whitsuntide.
With the steaming,screaming, thrusting,—
By that horrid Greenwich line,
(Of all rails the most disgusting)
To be hurried off to dine !
'Neath your window, if 'tis flood,
Stinking Thames with sewage flows ;
If Mis ebb twelve feet of mud
Offer tribute to your nose.
And the fish is m'ver hot, there,
And the wine is never cool ;
And the waiters they have got there
Live on onions, as a rule.
And you eat far too much whitebait,
And you drink far too much r unch ;
At the station you've a night wait,
Or, at least, a horrid " scrunch."
Such your Whitsun Greenwich, nobs,
But, if such your pleasures there,
What are thpy to yours, oh snobs!
Who believe in Greenwich Fair?
In the Crown and Anchor sweltering,
With dense drabs in drunken rows;
Through the sea of mob a-weltering
Past a line of dreary shows.
Greenwich fairs and Greenwich dinners,
And in June !—'twixt me and you,
Londoners are awful (tinners,
If they've earn'd what they go through.
CD
f we were all
i, the world
se.
low, Gents.
\— co H asn engage-
oii," was the
n who was
i— N
Eent may be recovered as long as the
tenancy is current, tmless the tenant is
also current; for, though the tenancy ;
may run on, the tenant may run off, and
the landlord's claim is defeated.
The Fobce of Habit.—A retired po>
liceman amuses himself by collaring eels.
Devilled Kidneys—Potatoes af- !
flicted with the disease.
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MAY XXXI DAYS.
JUNE XXX DAYS.
LONDON MAY-DAY TALKS OF HER
PAST AND HER. PRESENT.
Ir you're "waking, call me early—call me
early, April dear;
For to-morrow is my birthday, of all days in
the year:
But my birthday's riot what it used to be, in
ihe times that are passed away ;
For e'en Jack-in-the Green's had his day,
I fear ; yes. Jack.-in-the Green's had
his day.
In the old times, how proud I lay, with the
young Spring in my arms,
And heard, under my windows, the minstrels
sing my charms!
How the fre^h maids rose in my honour, and
merrily sped away
To the bright, green he^ge-rows, for garlands
bedropped with the dew of May.
The breath -of those fresh-cuH'd May-buds
came up to my chamber sweet;
And the areen hnnt?hc <.im>io4 like a bower
street;
t of town such
one must go to
niseis now !—
*'*^VVv — d dumb,
W idens, there's
t paper instead
irtar; I loathe
ring-tide,—for
ain-tops.
5 sky, with no
CO
think I shall
"WHITSUNTIDE WONDERS OF THE
LONDON SEASON.
Pleasant is a Whitsun gambol,
"When the heat of mid-day passes,
Wound up by a jolly scramble
With a troop of country lasses.
Pleasant, too, a merry-making
On the genuine "Whitsun scale ;
(Though your clod? are fond of taking
More than does them good of ale).
But if one thing 's more for pain meant,
Than all other things beside,
Sure it is the entertainment
London gives to Whitsuntide.
With the steaming,screaming, thrusting,—
By that horrid Greenwich line,
(Of all rails the most disgusting)
To be hurried off to dine !
'Neath your window, if 'tis flood,
Stinking Thames with sewage flows ;
If Mis ebb twelve feet of mud
Offer tribute to your nose.
And the fish is m'ver hot, there,
And the wine is never cool ;
And the waiters they have got there
Live on onions, as a rule.
And you eat far too much whitebait,
And you drink far too much r unch ;
At the station you've a night wait,
Or, at least, a horrid " scrunch."
Such your Whitsun Greenwich, nobs,
But, if such your pleasures there,
What are thpy to yours, oh snobs!
Who believe in Greenwich Fair?
In the Crown and Anchor sweltering,
With dense drabs in drunken rows;
Through the sea of mob a-weltering
Past a line of dreary shows.
Greenwich fairs and Greenwich dinners,
And in June !—'twixt me and you,
Londoners are awful (tinners,
If they've earn'd what they go through.
CD
f we were all
i, the world
se.
low, Gents.
\— co H asn engage-
oii," was the
n who was
i— N
Eent may be recovered as long as the
tenancy is current, tmless the tenant is
also current; for, though the tenancy ;
may run on, the tenant may run off, and
the landlord's claim is defeated.
The Fobce of Habit.—A retired po>
liceman amuses himself by collaring eels.
Devilled Kidneys—Potatoes af- !
flicted with the disease.
= - ■'—^lliPj^^-'iiiiii^iiMii!!, v: iiiiMiiillllMHiiifa
| O u°
I o