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BEING A RECORD OF ‘APPY ‘ANNER’S RECENT PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE IN THE MILE-END ROAD, LONDON.

Ho, Winkles Bill! I’ve found yer! Now you come along o’ me
To that ‘appy land, Australyer!
For I buried Sam to-day at (Alleluyer!) ‘arf-past three,
An’, Bill, yer swore y’d marry me as soon as I was free;
An’ we’re goin’ to Australyer, for the General says, says ‘e:

Go and raise the loud hosanna in a bright and cheerful manner,
For the nation wants Salvation for to woman her and man her,
And if you throw a sprat there you are bound to catch a tanner
In that golden land, Australyer!

So, Bill, you put yer barrow down, an’ come along o’ me
To that lovely land, Australyer!
For I’ve only little Sam, an Jane, an’ Dick, an’ Emily,
An’ without a man to ‘ug me I’ll be lonely on the sea,
An’ the Adjertant will splice us, for the General says, says ‘e:

Go and wave the joyful banner in a warm, prolific manner,
For the country’s populated chiefly by the iguana,
And the emu yearns for somebody to catch her and to can her
In that golden land, Australyer!

So, Bill, you drop them winkles an’ you come along o’ me
To that glorious land, Australyer!
For the steamer’s ready waiting in the docks at Tilbury:
An’ I’ll love you when we get aboard—just wait a bit an’ see!
So ‘urry ‘ome an’ pack yer traps; for the General says, says ‘e:

Go and scatter gospel manna in the land of the banana,
For the pigweed and the prickly-pear and stinkwort and lantana
Keep the kangaroo from bounding in his customary manner
In that golden land, Australyer!

[INTERVAL OF 24 HOURS FOR MEDITATION ON THE FRAILTY OF WOMAN AND EMIGRATION PROJECTS.]

I thought I’d never find yer, Bill! an’ things is up a tree In that horful land, Australyer!
An’, Bill, I couldn’t help it—but Joe came a-worryin’ me,
An’ I’ve been an’ gone an’ married ‘im this morning; for you see
‘E’s got a tidy milk-walk—an’ the General says, says ‘e:
Ho, the people in their blindness will not see the joyful banner,
And they won’t believe it’s kindness when we shout the loud hosanna:
There’s no welcome for yer, William; they don’t want yer, ‘Appy ‘Anner,
In that ‘eathen land, Australyer!

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