My Foe Stormed they with shout and yell, Dire the percentor's glare, Tenors to right of him, Discords behind him, Bellowed and thundered. Oh, the wild howls they wrought: 529 Unknown. MY FOE JOHN ALCOHOL, my foe, John, But mark ye, how you've treated me, John Alcohol, my foe, John, We've been ower lang together, John Alcohol, my foe, John, John Alcohol, my foe, John, The best o' friens maun part, John, John Alcohol, my foe, John, Ye've wrought me muckle skaith; I own I'm unko' laith; But I'll join the temperance ranks, John, Ye needna say me no; It's better late than ne'er do weel, John Alcohol, my foe. Unknown. NURSERY SONG IN PIDGIN ENGLISH SINGEE a songee sick a pence, Pockee muchee lye; Dozen two time blackee bird Cookee in e pie. When him cutee topside Birdee bobbery sing; Himee tinkee nicey dish Setee forec King! Father William Kingee in a talkee loom Countee muchee money; Chew-chee breadee honey. Servant galo shakee, Hangee washee clothes; Cho-chop comee blackie bird, Nipee off her nose! 531 Unknown. FATHER WILLIAM "You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your nose has a look of surprise; Your eyes have turned round to the back of your head, "I know it, I know it," the old man replied, "You are old, Father William," the young man said, You use too much mortar in mixing your bread, "Very true, very true," said the wretched old man, And it's caused by my having my kerosene can "You are old, Father William," the young man said, Your favorite daughter has wheels in her head, But I'll butter my ears on the Fourth of July, Unknown. A POE-'EM OF PASSION It was many and many a year ago, On an island near the sea, That a maiden lived whom you mightn't know By the name of Cannibalee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought I was a child, and she was a child Tho' her tastes were adult Feejee But she loved with a love that was more than love, My yearning Cannibalee; With a love that could take me roast or fried And that is the reason that long ago, I had to turn the tables and eat Not really because I was fond of her, But to check her fondness for me. But the stars never rise but I think of the size Of my hot-potted Cannibalee, And the moon never stares but it brings me night mares Of my spare-rib Cannibalee; And all the night-tide she is restless inside, Is my still indigestible dinner-belle bride, In her solemn sepulcher, Me. C. F. Lummis. How the Daughters Come Down at Dunoon 533 HOW THE DAUGHTERS COME DOWN AT DUNOON How do the daughters Come down at Dunoon? Tenderly, Fairily, Gingerly, Glidingly, Slidingly, Slippingly, Skippingly, Trippingly, Clippingly, Bumpingly, Thumpingly, Stumpingly, Clumpingly, Starting and bolting, And darting and jolting, And tottering and staggering, And worrying and flurrying, And rushing and leaping and crushing and creeping; Fathers in vextacies Lady-loves whisking and frisking and clinging on |