Lenore was a Saracen maiden,
The reverse of grotesque;
Her pa was a bagman at Aden,
Her mother she played in burlesque.
A coryphee pretty and loyal.
In amber and red,
The ballet she led;
Her mother performed at the Royal,
Lenore at the Saracen’s Head.
Of face and of figure majestic,
She dazzled the cits—
Her troubles were only domestic,
But drove her half out of her wits.
Her father incessantly lashed her,
On water and bread
She was grudgingly fed;
Whenever her father he thrashed her
Her mother sat down on her head.
Guy saw her, and loved her, with reason,
For beauty so bright,
Set him mad with delight;
He purchased a stall for the season
And sat in it every night.
His views were exceedingly proper;
He wanted to wed,
So he called at her shed
And saw her progenitor whop her—
Her mother sit down on her head.
“So pretty,” said he, “and
You brute of a dad,
You unprincipled cad,
Your conduct is really disgusting.
Come, come, now, admit it’s too bad!
“You’re a turbaned old Turk,
Your daughter Lenore
I intensely adore
And I cannot help feeling indignant,
A fact that I hinted before.
“To see a fond father employing
A deuce of a knout
For to bang her about.
To a sensitive lover’s annoying.”
Said the bagman, “Crusader, get out!”
Says Guy, “Shall a warrior laden
With a big spiky knob.
Stand idly and sob.
While a beautiful Saracen maiden
Is whipped by a Saracen snob?
“To London I’ll go from my
Which he did, with his loot
(Seven hats and a flute),
And was nabbed for his Sydenham armor,
At Mr. Ben-Samuel’s suit.
Sir Guy he was lodged in the Compter,
Her pa, in a rage,
Died (don’t know his age),
His daughter, she married the prompter,
Grew bulky and quitted the stage.
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-Deh,
And good little Tootle-Tum-Teh—