Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 21, 1891 by Various
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page 9 of 43 (20%)
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'Tis time our lips in kisses met,
Over the Garden Wall! Your father will stamp and your father will rave, Over the garden wall; And like an old madman no doubt will behave, Over the garden wall. M'KINLEY has riled him, he's lost his head. MAC's Tariff is stiff, but if me you'll wed, I'll give Reciprocity, darling, instead, Over the Garden Wall! _Chorus_ (_piano_). Over the garden wall! MACDONALD is bound to fall. 'Tis MAC against MAC, my Canadian pet. And M'KINLEY is bound to win, you bet! So join _me_, dear; we'll be happy yet, Over the Garden Wall! One day you'll jump down on the other side, Over the garden wall; There's plenty of room, and my arms are wide. Over the garden wall: JOHNNY may jib, and Sir JOHN may kick, I have an impression I'll lick them--slick; So come like a darling and join me quick, Over the Garden Wall! |
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