Composed by a R[ed] L[ion] who came
down to Andertons, July 15th 1852 Therm 108 degrees in the sun and suffered a Coup de Soleil or something very like it on the top of a bus. Ive been boiling, Ive been boiling Till my soul is almost fried, Yet thank God I'm here and smiling By the true Red Lions's side Whilst our Land-lord's meat is spoiling |
We've been lecturing every night Such Mammoniferous Sermons With the room at 98°: Him to get gold they demanded (As if we poor chaps could tell By whom that same is wanted) Yet we told them very well! |
The Quartz we bade them grind it Methinks I see them now With the sweat upon their brow Grubbing down there in the lodes Of the distant Antipodes, And if Diamond jolly jewel Should in the diggins shine Of that palæozoic fuel I will claim a share as mine |
Well I'm very happy here As long as my Muzzle's wetted With Mr. Clement's beer. But if the heat continues I'll go mad and lowly cry For Lord Derby & Protection And with Disraeli die, And sure that if we do The devil will have his Jew! |
Though boiled like roasted skate Mild is my situation To our colleague Ramsays fate Doomed to the marriage halter When the mercurys so high The thought it makes me falter Bring me Cobbler or I die For straws and drink I call Bring me Cobbler that is all. |
Got any Gold Jim?
Gold I wish Id got that ere a Jermyn Professor as told me ere I should find it Id stick my pick into him |
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