AIR. – “O a’ the Airts the Wind can Blaw”
O a’ the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there Silurian beds abound
The beds that I lo’e best;
There’s limestone blue, and sandstone too,
Wi’ slate and shale between,
An deep below, the coarse grits go,
Wi’ purple slates and green.
There’s trilobites in Bala bed,
Productas in coal shale,
There’s mony a fish in Auld, Auld Red,
Wi’ heterocercal tail;
There’s no a Mezozoic rock
Hauds trilobites within,
There’s mony a Palaeozoic block
Whar trilobites are seen.
Punch 25 (1853), p. 214.
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Friday, 20 February 2009
The Cambridge Duet. As Performed Before the British Association.
PROFESSOR O. PROFESSOR H.
Professor O.
H_Y, don’t kick up a scrimmage,
Take these brains, and mark their shape:
Made in Providence’s image,
Man must not be called an Ape.
Professor H.
O-N, I am noways funky,
And maintain that this is true:
Man is really but a Monkey,
Save in moral points of view.
Professor O. Man’s no Monkey.
Professor H. Man’s a Monkey.
Both. From this fix there’s no escape.
Professor O. He is a drunky,
Professor H. He is a flunkey,
Professor O. Who asserts that Man’s an Ape.
Professor H. Who denies that Man's an Ape.
Punch, October 11, 1862, p. 155 .
Professor O.
H_Y, don’t kick up a scrimmage,
Take these brains, and mark their shape:
Made in Providence’s image,
Man must not be called an Ape.
Professor H.
O-N, I am noways funky,
And maintain that this is true:
Man is really but a Monkey,
Save in moral points of view.
Professor O. Man’s no Monkey.
Professor H. Man’s a Monkey.
Both. From this fix there’s no escape.
Professor O. He is a drunky,
Professor H. He is a flunkey,
Professor O. Who asserts that Man’s an Ape.
Professor H. Who denies that Man's an Ape.
Punch, October 11, 1862, p. 155 .
Canzonet on the Comet
AIR – “Little Bo Peep”
THE Comet has flown,
Where? – it is not quite known;
But in two thousand years we may find him.
Says AIRY, he’ll then
Come and see us again,
And bring his tail behind him.
Punch, November 6, 1858, p. 185.
THE Comet has flown,
Where? – it is not quite known;
But in two thousand years we may find him.
Says AIRY, he’ll then
Come and see us again,
And bring his tail behind him.
Punch, November 6, 1858, p. 185.
Friday, 6 February 2009
The Senior Wrangler to His Bride. Being a Mathematical Madrigal in the simplest form.
CHARMER, on a given straight line,
And which we will call B C,
Meeting at a common point A,
Draw the lines A C, A B.
But, my sweetest, so arrange it
That they’re equal, all the three;
Then you’ll find that, in the sequel,
All their angles, too, are equal.
Equal angles, so to term them,
Each one opposite its brother!
Equal joys and equal sorrows,
Equal hopes, ‘twere sin to smother.
Equal – oh, divine extatics –
Based on HUTTON’s Mathematics!
Punch, September 4, 1858, p. 95
And which we will call B C,
Meeting at a common point A,
Draw the lines A C, A B.
But, my sweetest, so arrange it
That they’re equal, all the three;
Then you’ll find that, in the sequel,
All their angles, too, are equal.
Equal angles, so to term them,
Each one opposite its brother!
Equal joys and equal sorrows,
Equal hopes, ‘twere sin to smother.
Equal – oh, divine extatics –
Based on HUTTON’s Mathematics!
Punch, September 4, 1858, p. 95
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Song of the Geological Lecturer (Intended for the use of Cambridge Professors)
Geology’s a noble thing
To teach in Alma Mater,
So straight I will proceed to sing
The earth and all its strata.
Of peat and chalk I’ve much to say,
Of limestone, sand, and gypsum;
‘Twill teach the student made of clay,
Cognoscere se ipsum.
Right-tooral-looral-looral-la,
Toodlery-roodlery-rilo!
Granite and rock are hard, I own,
To youths at school or college;
Bit then there’s nought so good as stone
To form the road to knowledge.
My pupils now I’ll bid adieu,
I’m not disposed to weary ‘em,
And in my next I’ll take a view
Of Buckland’s Megatherium.
Right-tooral-looral-looral-la,
Toodlery-roodlery-rilo!
Punch 10 (1846), p. 240.
To teach in Alma Mater,
So straight I will proceed to sing
The earth and all its strata.
Of peat and chalk I’ve much to say,
Of limestone, sand, and gypsum;
‘Twill teach the student made of clay,
Cognoscere se ipsum.
Right-tooral-looral-looral-la,
Toodlery-roodlery-rilo!
Granite and rock are hard, I own,
To youths at school or college;
Bit then there’s nought so good as stone
To form the road to knowledge.
My pupils now I’ll bid adieu,
I’m not disposed to weary ‘em,
And in my next I’ll take a view
Of Buckland’s Megatherium.
Right-tooral-looral-looral-la,
Toodlery-roodlery-rilo!
Punch 10 (1846), p. 240.
Monday, 26 January 2009
The Anglo-Saxon Twins. Connected by the Atlantic Telegraph.
SUCCESS at last sits, like a crown,
Upon our work gigantic;
Behold the Telegraph laid down
Beneath the broad Atlantic.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Accomplished is the mighty job,
In spite of wind and weather;
So JONATHAN, we now shall throb
With sympathy together.
Yankee doodle, &c.
The two great nations not in chains
Are now as one connected,
Whereby the cause of Freedom gains,
For ‘twill be more respected.
Yankee doodle, &c.
United, brother JONATHAN,
In firm amalgamation,
I guess we Anglo-Saxons can
If need be, whip creation.
Yankee doodle, &c.
The odds are very much increased,
By our more close communion,
Against the Soldier and the Priest,
With despots linked in union.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Let but our forces be combined,
And we’ll preserve from fetters,
A no small some of human mind,
In science and in letters.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Free Press, which every bigot hates,
Free utterance of opinions,
Shall live in the United States,
And British Queen’s dominions.
Yankee doodle, &c.
May talk of lightning slick as grease
Discussions shortly finish,
And every chance of broken peace
To less than nought diminish
Yankee doodle, &c.
Now every squabble we have had
Is pretty nigh forgotten,
So let us set to work like mad,
And deal in corn and cotton.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Two thousand miles beneath the sea,
If you’re inclined as I am,
That wire will draw close you and me
As those famed twins of Siam.
Yankee doodle, &c.
So let United freemen’s cheers
Drive all the tyrants frantic,
The Telegraph as each one hears
Has spanned the great Atlantic.
Yankee doodle, &c.
From: Punch 35, August 14, 1858, p. 72.
Upon our work gigantic;
Behold the Telegraph laid down
Beneath the broad Atlantic.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Accomplished is the mighty job,
In spite of wind and weather;
So JONATHAN, we now shall throb
With sympathy together.
Yankee doodle, &c.
The two great nations not in chains
Are now as one connected,
Whereby the cause of Freedom gains,
For ‘twill be more respected.
Yankee doodle, &c.
United, brother JONATHAN,
In firm amalgamation,
I guess we Anglo-Saxons can
If need be, whip creation.
Yankee doodle, &c.
The odds are very much increased,
By our more close communion,
Against the Soldier and the Priest,
With despots linked in union.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Let but our forces be combined,
And we’ll preserve from fetters,
A no small some of human mind,
In science and in letters.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Free Press, which every bigot hates,
Free utterance of opinions,
Shall live in the United States,
And British Queen’s dominions.
Yankee doodle, &c.
May talk of lightning slick as grease
Discussions shortly finish,
And every chance of broken peace
To less than nought diminish
Yankee doodle, &c.
Now every squabble we have had
Is pretty nigh forgotten,
So let us set to work like mad,
And deal in corn and cotton.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Two thousand miles beneath the sea,
If you’re inclined as I am,
That wire will draw close you and me
As those famed twins of Siam.
Yankee doodle, &c.
So let United freemen’s cheers
Drive all the tyrants frantic,
The Telegraph as each one hears
Has spanned the great Atlantic.
Yankee doodle, &c.
From: Punch 35, August 14, 1858, p. 72.
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