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A

A Bishop once — I will not name his see
A clergyman in Berkshire dwelt
A gentleman of City fame
A knight for doughty doings rife
A leafy cot, where no dry rot
A maiden sat at her window wide
A proud Pasha was Bailey Ben
A rich advowson, highly prized
A tar, but poorly prized
A troubadour he played
A troubadour, young, brave and tall
A worthy man in every way
An actor — Gibbs, of Drury Lane
An actor sits in doubtful gloom
An elderly person — a prophet by trade
An excellent soldier who's worthy the name
An old man sitting in church, and praying
At a pleasant evening party

B

Babette she was a fisher gal
Back to the dust of the town
Belay with yer argyments, 'national law
Bob Polter was a navvy, and

C

Come, collar this bad man
Come with me, little maid

D

Dalilah de Dardy adored
Did you hear of the use of ozone, ohone
Draper's clerk in a humble way

E

Earl Joyce he was a kind old party
Emily Jane was a nurserymaid
Extended on the Margate shore

F

Fair Phantom come! The moon's awake
Fanny and Jenny in Paris did well
From east and south the holy clan

G

Gentle, modest, little flower
Go search throughout the human kind
Good children, list, if you're inclined

H

Hark! The hour of ten is sounding
Haunted? Ay in a social way

I

I don't suppose you'd ever find
I dreamt (I was deep in
I go away, this blessed day
I have chambers up in Gray's-inn
I knew a boor, a clownish card
I love a man who'll smile and joke
I often wonder whether you
I once did know a Turkish man
I saw a red-haired Jew from Aberdeen
I sing a legend of the sea
If you'd write an Irish drama
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age
In all the merry land that spreads
In all the towns and cities fair
In these good days man's only end
In underbred society
It was a Bishop bold
It was a robber's daughter
I've heard Euphrosyne declare
I've often thought that headstrong youths
I've painted Shakespeare all my life
I've spent three weeks, my Sketchley,

J

John courted lovely Mary Ann

K

King Borria Bungalee Boo

L

Letters, letters, letters, letters
List while the poet trolls
Looking lately in at Lacy's
Lord B. was a nobleman bold

M

Macphairson Clonglocketty Angus McClan
Mr. Blake was an out and out hardened sinner
My children, once I knew a boy

N

Near the town of St. Goar
No Don Giovanni, sparrow-brained
No! I'm not in the least democratic
No gathering ever can beat
No nobler captain ever trod

O

O'er unreclaimed suburban clays
Of all the good attorney's who
Of all the ships upon the blue
Of all the small annoyances
Of all the snug places where hardworking races
Of all the youths I ever saw
Oh, big was the bosom of brave Alum Bey
Oh, bony, shambling, roaring mare
Oh! isn't it hot!
Oh! list to a dismal story
Oh list to to this incredible tale
Oh! listen to the tale of little Annie Protheroe
Oh, listen to the tale of Mister William
Oh! little maid — (I do not know your name)
Oh, that my soul its gods could see
Oh! the centre-divided hair
Oh, you who complain that the drawing's insane
Old Peter led a wretched life
On all Arcadia's sunny plain
Once a fairy
Once, under Spain's enfeebling sun
Only a dancing girl

P

Paris fashions to puff people can't say enough
Perhaps already you may know
Policeman Peter Forth I drag
Pretty princess

R

Roll on, thou ball, roll on

S

Sir Guy was a doughty crusader
Some time ago I met a Duke
Some time ago, in simple verse
Strike the concertina's melancholy string

T

Tell me, Edward, dost remember
The Ballyshannon foundered of the coast
The big Channel steamer is rolling exceedingly
The bravest names for fire and flames
The earth has armies plenty
The other night from cares exempt
The Reverend Micah Sowls
The story of Frederick Gowler
The stroller's life is freedom true
The sun was setting in its wonted west
There never was a face
There never was a man
There was a flutter in the bosoms
There were three niggers of Chickeraboo
This is Sir Barnaby Bampton Boo
Though not, as common rumour says
Three publishers journeyed out into the west
Train is starting, people parting
'Twas early in July
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
Two better friends you wouldn't pass

U

Under the beechful eye

V

Vast, empty shell

W

Waggon and cart, ready to start
Waiting, waiting for the halter
Weary at heart and extremely ill
We're thoroughly clear of Folkstone Pier
What, about to leave town
When a man sticks his hat
When Autumn boat and train
When man and maiden meet
When rival adorers come courting a maid
While "total abstainers"

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