Mr Punch's Model Music Hall Songs and Dramas Part 2

_Second Verse._

(_Affectionately._) Johnny Bull is just as plucky as he _was_, deah boys!

(_With a knowing wink._) And he's wide awake--no error!--not asleep; But he won't stump up for ironclads--becos, deah boys!

He don't see his way to get 'em--On the Cheap!

_Chorus._

So keep, deah boys! On the Cheap, (_Gallantly._) And we'll chance what may happen on the deep!

For we can't be the losers if we save the cost o' cruisers, And contentedly continue--On the Cheap!

_Third Verse._

The British Isles are not the Conti-nong, deah boys!

(_Scornfully._) Where the Johnnies on defences spend a heap.

No! we're Britons, and we're game to jog along, deah boys!

(_With pathos._) In the old time-honoured fas.h.i.+on--On the Cheap!

_Chorus._

(_Imploringly._) Ah! keep, deah boys! On the Cheap; For the price we're asked to pay is pretty steep.

Let us all unite to dock it, keep the money in our pocket, And we'll conquer or we'll perish--On the Cheap!

_Fourth Verse._

If the Tories have the cheek to touch our purse, deah boys!

Their reward at the elections let 'em reap!

They will find a big Conservative reverse, deah boys!

If they can't defend the country--On the Cheap!

_Chorus._

They must keep, deah boys! On the Cheap, Or the lot out of office we will sweep!

Bull gets rusty when you tax him, and his patriotic maxim Is, "I'll trouble you to govern--On the Cheap!"

_Fifth Verse_ (_this to be sung shrewdly_).

If the Gover'ment ain't mugs they'll take the tip, deah boys!

Just to look a bit ahead before they leap, And instead of laying down an extry s.h.i.+p, deah boys!

They'll cut down the whole caboodle--On the Cheap!

_Chorus_ (_with spirit and fervour_).

And keep, deah boys! On the Cheap!

For we ain't like a bloomin' lot o' sheep.

When we want to "parry bellum,"[A]

[_Union Jack to be waved here._ You may bet yer boots we'll tell 'em!

But we'll have the "bellum" "parried"--On the Cheap!

This song, if sung with any spirit, should, _Mr. Punch_ thinks, cause a positive _furore_ in any truly patriotic gathering, and possibly go some way towards influencing the decision of the country, and consequently the fate of the Empire, in the next General Elections. In the meantime it is at the service of any Champion Music Hall Comique who is capable of appreciating it.

FOOTNOTE:

[A] Music-hall Latinity--"_Para bellum_."

II.--THE TOPICAL-POLITICAL.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "--And the Post!"]

In most respects, no doubt, the present example can boast no superiority to ditties in the same style now commanding the ear of the public. One merit, however, its author does claim for it. Though it deals with most of the burning questions of the hour, it can be sung anywhere with absolute security. This is due to a simple but ingenious method by which the political sentiment has been arranged on the reversible principle. A little alteration here and there will put the singer in close touch with an audience of almost any shade of politics. Should it happen that the t.i.tle has been already antic.i.p.ated, _Mr. Punch_ begs to explain that the remainder of this sparkling composition is entirely original; any similarity with previous works must be put down entirely to "literary coincidence." Whether the t.i.tle is new or not, it is a very nice one, viz:--

BETWEEN YOU AND ME--AND THE POST.

(_To be sung in a raucous voice, and with a confidential air._)

I've dropped in to whisper some secrets I've heard.

Between you and me and the Post!

Picked up on the wing by a 'cute little bird.

We are gentlemen 'ere--so the caution's absurd, Still, you'll please to remember that every word Is between you and me and the Post!

_Chorus_ (_to which the singer should dance_).

Between you and me and the Post! An 'int is sufficient at most.

I'd very much rather this didn't go farther, than 'tween you and me and the Post!

At Lord Sorlsbury's table there's sech a to-do.

Between you and me and the Post!

When he first ketches sight of his dinner _menoo_, And sees he's set down to good old Irish stoo-- Which he's sick of by this time--now, tell me, ain't _you_?

Between you and me and the Post!

_(This happy and pointed allusion to the Irish Question is sure to provoke loud laughter from an audience of Radical sympathies. For Unionists, the words_ "Lord Sorlsbury's" _can be altered by our patent reversible method into "the_ G. O. M.'s,"

_without at all impairing the satire.) Chorus, as before._

The G. O. M.'s hiding a card up his sleeve.

Between you and me and the Post!

Any ground he has lost he is going to retrieve, And what _his_ little game is, he'll let us perceive, And he'll pip the whole lot of 'em, so I believe, Between you and me and the Post! (_Chorus._)

(_The hit will be made quite as palpably for the other side by subst.i.tuting_ "Lord Sorlsbury's," _&c., at the beginning of the first line, should the majority of the audience be found to hold Conservative views._)

Little Randolph won't long be left out in the cold.

Between you and me and the Post!

If they'll let him inside the Conservative fold, He has promised no longer he'll swagger and scold, But to be a good boy, and to do as he's told, Between you and me and the Post! (_Chorus._)

(_The mere mention of_ Lord Randolph's _name is sufficient to ensure the success of any song._)