From yonder Bogie Man!

Oh, pets, it gives us quite a shock
To think of your sad fate,
If you _should_ lose your Guildhall rock,
And _we_ be doomed by fate.
For BURNS our pride would humble,
No "giants" in his plan!
Oh, Turtle sweet, oh, Griffin neat,
Beware, yon Bogie Man!

_Chorus_.--Oh, whist! whist! whist!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
GOG and MAGOG, choice wines, good prog.
Are no parts of _his_ plan.
Oh, hush! hush! hush!
He'll catch ye if he can!
Progressive "slops," my popsey-wops,
_He_'ll give--yon Bogey Man!

Oh, ROSEBERY turned tr-r-raitor,
And LUBBOCK seemed to cool,
MCDOUGALL, now, and PARKINSON
May proudly play the fool.
London's delivered to be ruled
On the "Progressive" plan,
And "BEN" can bear the honoured name--
Ye gods!--of ALDERMAN!!!

_Chorus_.--Oh, hush! hush! hush!