Volume 150 — NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN.
Reading edition
I.—KINGSWAY.
Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in red? With a silken wimple, and a ruby on your finger, And a furry mantle trailing where you tread? Neither red nor ruby I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey with nothing on my head. Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in blue? With an ermine border, and a plume of peacock feathers, And a silver circlet, and a sapphire on your shoe? Neither blue nor sapphire I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey, and barefoot too. Walking on the King's Way, lady, my lady, Walking on the King's Way, will you go in green? With a golden girdle, and a pointed velvet slipper, And a crown of emeralds fit for a queen? Neither green nor emerald I'll wear upon the King's Way; I will go in duffle grey so lovely to be seen, And Somebody will kiss me and call me his queen.
"The depression in northern India has continued to travel eastwards and is to-day affecting north-east India.
Forecast: Some rain in the submarine districts of north-east India."
Amrita Bazar Patrika.
It's a wet life anyhow, and submarines were made to be depressed.
ARMLETS AND THE MAN.
Mr Punch (to attested married man). "SO YOUR COUNTRY CALLS ON YOU SOONER THAN YOU THOUGHT. I CONGRATULATE YOU."