THE WAXWORK SHOW.
Words by Albert Chevalier. Music by Edward Jones.
Just give the dram a good old bane, and let the trumpet blow, sir;
Walk up, walk up, you mustn't miss the monster waxwork show, air;
I've figures representative of every blessed nation.
I tell you what this show of mine's a liberal education.
It's Gospel true, I give you my word; I ain't a man to blow;
One "D's "the price, and too absurd for such a gorgeous show.
There's Brigham Young with all his wives and numerous pro-geny,
Which gives the lie direct to them as says he hasn't any;
The three old maids of Lee, with Bonaparte and Richard Turpin,
A realistic model of a sparrer wot's a-cherpin'.- Refrain.
I've Jumbo and a model of the whale that swallered. Jonah,
A costermonger welkin' out on Sunday with his donna;
I've famous actors by the score in togs you can't call seedy;
There's Bessie Bellwood, 'Arry Rickards, Kemble and Macready - Refrain
I've Daniel in the lion's den, and the man who struck O'Hara,
A model of the 'arp which once would sonud through 'alls of Tara;
There's Gen'ral Booth, Uriah Heep, the Shah, and Mrs. Grundy,
And a figure wot showsa the awful result of a-closin' the pubs on Sunday.
I've celebrated burglars, too, and popular murdresses,
In fashionable tourists' suits and most expensive dresses;
You'll find a portrait-model, too, of every well-known martyr,
There's Mr. Parnell and King John a-signin' the Magna Charter.- Refrain.
There's life-sized reproductions of the nightingale two-headed,
The youthful princes in the Tower a-sleepin' double-bedded;
There's great composers by the score-Beethovens, Wagners, Lutzs,
And King Canute by the sad seashore a-washin' 'is "tootsie- wootsies." -Refrain.