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emphatic one; For the old Bishop had a glorious voice); In a quartet he 
joined … an operatic one。 Harmless enough; though ne'er a word of grace in 
it; When; lo! that curate came and took the bass in it! 

One day; when passing through a quiet street; He stopped awhile and 
joined a Punch's gathering; And chuckled more than solemn folk think 
meet; To see that gentleman his Judy lathering; And heard; as Punch was 
being treated penalty; That phantom curate laughing all hyaenally。 

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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

Next; when at quiet sea…side village; freed From cares episcopal and 
ties monarchical; He grows his beard; and smokes his fragrant weed; In 
manner anything but hierarchical … He sees … and fixes an unearthly stare 
on it … That curate's face; with half a yard of hair on it! 

At length he gave a charge; and spake this word: 〃Vicars; your curates 
to enjoyment urge ye may; To check their harmless pleasuring's absurd; 
What laymen do without reproach; my clergy may。〃 He spake; and lo! at 
this concluding word of him; The curate vanished … no one since has heard 
of him。 

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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO Was a man…eating African swell; 
His sigh was a hullaballoo; His whisper a horrible yell … A horrible; 
horrible yell! 

Four subjects; and all of them male; To BORRIA doubled the knee; 
They were once on a far larger scale; But he'd eaten the balance; you see 
(〃Scale〃 and 〃balance〃 is punning; you see)。 

There was haughty PISH…TUSH…POOH…BAH; There was lumbering 
DOODLE…DUM…DEY; Despairing ALACK…A…DEY…AH; And good little 
TOOTLE…TUM…TEH … Exemplary TOOTLE…TUM…TEH。 

One day there was grief in the crew; For they hadn't a morsel of meat; 
And BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO Was dying for something to eat 〃
Come; provide me with something to eat! 

〃ALACK…A…DEY; famished I feel; Oh; good little TOOTLE…TUMTEH; 
Where on earth shall I look for a meal? For I haven't no dinner today! 
… Not a morsel of dinner to…day! 

〃Dear TOOTLE…TUM; what shall we do? Come; get us a meal; or; in 
truth; If you don't; we shall have to eat you; Oh; adorable friend of our 
youth! Thou beloved little friend of our youth!〃 

And he answered; 〃Oh; BUNGALEE BOO; For a moment I hope you 
will wait; …TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROL…LOO Is the Queen of a 
neighbouring state … A remarkably neighbouring state。 

〃TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROL…LOO; She would pickle 
deliciously cold … And her four pretty Amazons; too; Are enticing; and not 
very old … Twenty…seven is not very old。 

〃There is neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH; There is rollicking TRALTHE…
RAL…LAH; There is jocular WAGGETY…WEH; There is musical 
DOH…REH…MI…FAH … There's the nightingale DOH…REH…MI…FAH!〃 

So the forces of BUNGALEE BOO Marched forth in a terrible row; 
And the ladies who fought for QUEEN LOO Prepared to encounter the foe 

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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 
This dreadful; insatiate foe! 
But they sharpened no weapons at all; And they poisoned no arrows not 
they! They made ready to conquer or fall In a totally different way An 
entirely different way。 

With a crimson and pearly…white dye They endeavoured to make 
themselves fair; With black they encircled each eye; And with yellow they 
painted their hair (It was wool; but they thought it was hair)。 

And the forces they met in the field:… And the men of KING BORRIA 
said; 〃Amazonians; immediately yield!〃 And their arrows they drew to the 
head … Yes; drew them right up to the head。 

But jocular WAGGETY…WEH Ogled DOODLE…DUM…DEY (which 
was wrong); And neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH Said; 〃TOOTLE…TUM; you 
go along! You naughty old dear; go along!〃 

And rollicking TRAL…THE…RAL…LAH Tapped ALACK…A…DEY…AH 
with her fan; And musical DOH…REH…MI…FAH Said; 〃PISH; go away; you 
bad man! Go away; you delightful young man!〃 

And the Amazons simpered and sighed; And they ogled; and giggled; 
and flushed; And they opened their pretty eyes wide; And they chuckled; 
and flirted; and blushed (At least; if they could; they'd have blushed)。 

But haughty PISH…TUSH…POOH…BAH Said; 〃ALACK…A…DEY; what 
does this mean?〃 And despairing ALACK…A…DEY…AH Said; 〃They think 
us uncommonly green! Ha! ha! most uncommonly green!〃 

Even blundering DOODLE…DUM…DEY Was insensible quite to their 
leers; And said good little TOOTLE…TUM…TEH; 〃It's your blood we desire; 
pretty dears … We have come for our dinners; my dears!〃 

And the Queen of the Amazons fell To BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO; In 
a mouthful he gulped; with a yell; TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROLLOO 
… The pretty QUEEN TOL…THE…ROL…LOO。 

And neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH Was eaten by PISH…POOH…BAH; 
And light…hearted WAGGETY…WEH By dismal ALACK…A…DEY…AH Despairing 
ALACK…A…DEY…AH。 

And rollicking TRAL…THE…RAL…LAH Was eaten by DOODLEDUM…
DEY; And musical DOH…REH…MI…FAH By good little TOOTLEDUM…
TEH … Exemplary TOOTLE…TUM…TEH! 

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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

BOB POLTER was a navvy; and His hands were coarse; and dirty too; 
His homely face was rough and tanned; His time of life was thirty…two。 

He lived among a working clan (A wife he hadn't got at all); A decent; 
steady; sober man … No saint; however … not at all。 

He smoked; but in a modest way; Because he thought he needed it; He 
drank a pot of beer a day; And sometimes he exceeded it。 

At times he'd pass with other men A loud convivial night or two; With; 
very likely; now and then; On Saturdays; a fight or two。 

But still he was a sober soul; A labour…never…shirking man; Who paid 
his way … upon the whole A decent English working man。 

One day; when at the Nelson's Head (For which he may be blamed of 
you); A holy man appeared; and said; 〃Oh; ROBERT; I'm ashamed of 
you。〃 

He laid his hand on ROBERT'S beer Before he could drink up any; 
And on the floor; with sigh and tear; He poured the pot of 〃thruppenny。〃 

〃Oh; ROBERT; at this very bar A truth you'll be discovering; A good 
and evil genius are Around your noddle hovering。 

〃They both are here to bid you shun The other one's society; For Total 
Abstinence is one; The other; Inebriety。〃 

He waved his hand … a vapour came … A wizard POLTER reckoned him; 
A bogy rose and called his name; And with his finger beckoned him。 

The monster's salient points to sum; … His heavy breath was portery: 
His glowing nose suggested rum: His eyes were gin…and…WORtery。 

His dress was torn … for dregs of ale And slops of gin had rusted it; His 
pimpled face was wan and pale; Where filth had not encrusted it。 

〃Come; POLTER;〃 said the fiend; 〃begin; And keep the bowl a…
flowing on … A working man needs pints of gin To keep his clockwork 
going on。〃 

BOB shuddered: 〃Ah; you've made a miss If you take me for one of 
you: You filthy beast; get out of this … BOB POLTER don't wan't none of 
you。〃 

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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense 

〃In me; as your adviser hints; Of Abstinence you've got a type … Of MR。 
TWEEDIE'S pretty prints I am the happy prototype。 

〃If you abjure the social toast; And pipes; and such frivolities; You 
possibly some day may boast My prepossessing qualities!〃 

BOB rubbed his eyes; and made 'em blink: 〃You almost make me 
tremble; you! If I abjure fermented drink; Shall I; indeed; resemble you? 

〃And will my whiskers curl so tight? My cheeks grow smug and 
muttony? My face become so red and white? My coat so blue and 
buttony? 

〃Will trousers; such as yours; array Extremities inferior? Will 
chubbiness assert its sway All over my exterior? 

〃In this; my unenlightened state; To work in heavy boots I comes; Will 
pumps henceforward decorate My tiddle toddle tootsicums? 

〃And shall I get so plump and f

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