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No. 16 - Song - Hooker Pasha and Chorus

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Hooker Pasha: My name it is Hooker Pasha,
No family tree can I muster,
In fact I was left by Mamma
Done up with some string in a duster.
And so on the parish I came
And guardians would give me a penny,
As they told me to work and to make my own name,
And in fact I have made a good many!
I've played my part with versatile art,
Admired by each onlooker;
I've gone by numerous names of sorts
In numerous royal and bankruptcy courts,
The highly various, multifarious, cosmopolitan Hooker!
Chorus: He's played his part with versatile art,
Admired by each onlooker;
He's gone by numerous names of sorts
In numerous royal and bankruptcy courts,
The highly various, multifarious,
cosmopolitan Hooker!
   
Hooker Pasha: Though humble at first was my life,
I felt as contented as may be,
I married a plump little wife
And owned an intelligent baby.
But sadly I own it to you,
I fell among reprobate sinners;
I took a few bets from some men that I knew,
And they somehow had all backed the winners!
In haste perforce I quitted the course,
Reviled by each onlooker;
An absent-minded beggar I am,
I carelessly bolted for Rotterdam,
Without my beautiful, dear, and dutiful wife and infantile Hooker!
Chorus: In haste perforce he quitted the course,
Reviled by each onlooker;
An absent-minded beggar is he,
He carelessly bolted across the sea,
Without his beautiful, dear, and dutiful wife and infantile Hooker!
   
Hooker Pasha: At Paris a trifle I made,
By shouting "A bas!" and "Conspuez!"
I've rode a Rhodesian raid,
I've smoked a Manilla with Dewey!
I've served on the sea and the shore,
I've lied till the Cretans revolted,
I commanded the Greeks when they went to the war,
And I turned to a Turk when they bolted!
I risk my skin, but not to win
The prize of each onlooker;
The Jew, the Turk, and the infidel,
I'll fight for them all if they pay for it well,
I serve them martially, quite impartially, that's the method of Hooker!
Chorus: He risks his skin, but not to win
The prize of each onlooker;
The Jew, the Turk, and the infidel,
He'll fight for them all if they pay for it well,
He serves them martially, quite impartially, that's the method of Hooker!
   
Hooker Pasha: The last of my lucrative trades
Was one that I lately began on,
Procuring a party called Leyds
Some shells for the use of his cannon!
So good a commission I got,
I took special care with the loading;
And you're able to spot any shell of my lot
By the fact of its never exploding!
Though good Oom Paul perhaps may call
Me een verdomd verneuker,
Yet, many a Tommy sent to the war
May miss being slain by his brother the Boer,
Through shells protectively filled defectively by the merciful Hooker!
Chorus: Though good Oom Paul perhaps may call
Him een verdomd verneuker,
Yet, many a Tommy sent to the war
May miss being slain by his brother the Boer,
Through shells protectively filled defectively by the merciful Hooker!

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