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44 A BALLADE OF FAREWELL Now, ere our last sun sinks in red, Clasp hands in friendship, ere we die, Nor shame us if a tear be shed :— The time has come tosay Good-bye. ENVOI Prince, whether in Life’s Tripos classed Or ploughed quite irretrievably, Our friendship for all time is cast. The time is come to say Good-bye.
68 THE VILLAGE CHAMPIONS “It weren't a hole-an’-corner lay. We painted up a board as said : ‘The Goat-and-Compasses—to-day— An’ hentrance tuppence hevery ’ead. The wummen-folk may henter free, An’ likewise babbies under three. “* A challenge to the world do I, Jim Buskett, with the wooden legs, Give forth to all men and sundry To win the championship fur heggs ; An’ this a stake 0’ twenty pound To any heater ’ere around.’ “Now, mister, we ’ad never thought To ’ave a heater sich as’e, An’ yet opined as summun ought To take the challenge, fair an…
THE VILLAGE CHAMPIONS An’ bring ’em ’ere in plates of six.’ When Billy Stoke ’e up an’ swore; ‘Bring mine,’ ’e says, an’ swore like mad, ‘An’ bring ’em raw,’ ses ’e, ‘by Gad!’ “So Jimmy Buskett sits ’im down, An’ Billy Stoke ’e ups an’ stands; An’ Parson Bimmins starts to frown. But Sawbones Smith ’e rubs ’is ’ands, An’ whispers, as ’e wags ’is’ead, ~ ‘’Ere’s work fur me an’ Sexton Ned!’ “So Jimmy Buskett takes ’is seat, An’ swallers ’is’n ’ard an’ ’ole ; An’ Billy stands upon ’is feet, An’ drinks ’em from a chiny bowl. So by the time a ’our we…
BALLADE OF NEW CRITICISM (AFTER ANDREW LANG) THERE'S a joy like the joy of a lark, There’s a pleasure that’s known to the few, ’Tis to listen all day to the bark Of a critic’s vitriolic review. Corroding the centuries through, It eats since the first poet sang, And they cursed him, and called him a Jew, Before the good zon of Lang. These critics (their style, you remark, Into forests of verbiage grew) Ere Carroll invented the Snark Were ready to eat me and you ; They snorted, they snapped, and they slew, They were mighty of quill and of slang, …