George Colman ("The Younger")

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite read more

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."

When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all read more

When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all is mute the Moorish flute,
And nodding guards watch wearily,
On, then let me,
From prison free,
March out by moonlight cheerily.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig:
"What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A great wig."
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I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig:
"What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A great wig."
"And what is the second?" Then, dancing a jig
And bowing profoundly, he said, "A great wig."
"And what is the third?" Then he snored like a pig,
And puffing his cheeks out, he replied, "A great wig."

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.