Стихотворения

Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys
All your butter is in your horns.
                 (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
                               Butter his horns!

(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
                                                                              [on ye,
Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!
Balbaccio, balbuccio!
We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken —
                                                    [pox and china chambers
Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.
Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads
                                                                nicknamed him
When Chimpden first took the floor
                 (Chorus) With his bucketshop store
                               Down Bargainweg, Lower.

So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous
But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery
And' tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited
                                                                         [company
With the bailiff's bom at the door,
                 (Chorus) Bimbam at the door.
                               Then he'll bum no more.

Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our island
The hooker of that hammerfast viking
And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay
Saw his black and tan man-o'-war.
                 (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war.
                               On the harbour bar.

Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls Donnez
                                    [moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampiny
Fingal Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse Boniface
Thok's min gammelhole Norveegickers moniker
Og as ay are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod.
                 (Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod.
                              He is, begod.

Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil ye! up with the rann, the rhyming
                                                                                [rann!
It was during some fresh water garden pumping
Or, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the mon —
                                                                                 [keys
That our heavyweight heathen Humpharey
Made bold a maid to woo
                 (Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo!
                               The general lost her maidenloo!

He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher
For to go and shove himself that way on top of her
Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue
Of our antediluvial zoo,
                 (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo.
                               Noah's larks, good as noo.

He was joulting by Wellinton's monument
Our rotorious hippopopotamuns
When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
And lie caught his death of fusiliers,
                 (Chorus) With his rent in his rears.
                               Give him six years.

Tie sore pity for his innocent poor children
But look out for his missus legitimate!
When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker
Won't there be earwigs on the green?
                 (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green,