And Snooker snores In Parliament
Clarion, Saturday 02 January 1892
THE BOYS.
Where are the boys with whom so oft,
I larked so long ago?
Borne like Jack have “gone aloft,”
And some have gone below.
Old Billy, once so “good” and staid,
Now bets “upon the nod.”
Tom Soft a magistrate they’ve made,
And Honest John’s in quod.
A howling swell is Dirty Dan,
Whose clothes were always shabby;
While Curly Dick, our handsome man,
Is now a handsome cabby.
And Snooker snores In Parliament,
And does it very well;
And “Regi” for a soldier went,
And like a hero fell.
A few the wealthy are among,
And many wish they could be;
And one “out west” I know was hung,
And several others should be.
And Clever Joe they say is mad,
While Tim’s a railway guard;
And gentle Jim’s a howling cad.
And I’m—a doggrel bard.