| 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. I’ve been boiling, I’ve 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 Ramsay’s fate Doomed to the marriage halter When the mercury’s 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 I’d got that ‘ere a Jermyn Professor as told me ‘ere I should find it I’d stick my pick into him – |
