Volume 98 — THE BURGLAR'S BACK.[1]
Reading edition
THE BURGLAR'S BACK.[1]
"Lord Esher is greatly concerned about the probable condition of a burglar's back after a couple of floggings."—Times.
Air—"Those Evening Bells."
The burglar's back, the burglar's back! 'Twill soon be rash a crib to crack. Bill Sikes will sigh for happier times, When "cats" were not the meed of crimes.
The burglar's back! Lord Esher pales When thinking of its crimson wales. His feelings will not stand the strain, Of dwelling on the ruffian's pain.
The brute may "bash," the scoundrel shoot, Hack with his knife, "purr" with his boot; But though he "bash," or "purr," or hack, You must not touch the burglar's back.
No, let the brutal burglar burgle; Whilst sentiment will calmly gurgle Bland platitudes, but not attack That sacred thing, the burglar's back!
"GRANDOLPHO FURIOSO!"
Mr. Punch. "HULLO, GRANDOLPH! I THOUGHT YOU'D TAKEN TO 'TEMPERANCE'!!"