Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892 by Various
page 44 of 45 (97%)
page 44 of 45 (97%)
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'Tis the Band of the Corporation-- And I know why that Band is queer, For I see in the face Of the trombone a trace Of the blackguard who blows it near Me in Town, at most times of year! And I mark, too, the face Of that beastly big-bass-- (Which has also been reared on beer)-- And I know, too, the face Of that other disgrace, The fat cornet! They've come down here-- They've been borrowed, and lent new gear! But I know them of old, And in spite of the gold Round the hats, with the peaks just here, I can see who they are while near. They wear bowlers in Town, And frock-coats which are brown, On account of their age--or beer! For they play to the public for beer; For they stand and they blow On the kerb in a row, And then go to the public for beer! And so this is the Band down here! * * * * * |
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