(NEW AND STARTLING CIVIC VERSION.)
_Gog and Magog sing, sotto voce_:--
Oh, huddle near us, cherished ones!
Hushed is our civic glee.
The Voters, they have played the fool
About the L.C.C.
Oh, Turtle, dear--at table--
Oh, Griffin, spick and span,
I hear the Civic Fathers say
Here comes the Bogie Man!
_Chorus._
Oh, hush! hush! hush!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
_What_ hope, dears, when BEN TILLETT
Is made an Alderman?
Oh, whist! whist! whist!
He'll catch ye if he can!
Then vain you'll run, my popsey-wops,
From this new Bogie Man!
When we sit down to dinner,
My giant chum and I,
O'er calipash and calipee
We're both inclined to cry.
For if Progressist fingers
Once dip into our pan,
Aloud, but vainly, we may cry,
Whist! whist! the Bogie Man!
_Chorus_.--Oh, hush! hush! hush!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
Then hide your heads, my darlings;
He'll catch ye if he can.
Then whist! whist! whist!
This new Progressive plan
Would make our popsey-wopsey-wops
Slaves to this Bogie Man!
In vain the _Times_ might thunder,
In vain the _Standard_ squall,
To frighten little Moderates;
They paid no heed at all
When CHURCHILL tried yah-boohing,
Away the Voters ran
And voted straight, with hearts elate,
For yonder Bogie Man!
_Chorus_.--Oh, hush! hush! hush!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
He'll collar all our civic perks,
'Tis his "Progressive" plan.
Oh, whist! whist! whist!
He'll catch ye if he can.
Heaven save you, my own popsey-wops,
From yonder Bogie Man!
Oh, pets, it gives us quite a shock
To think of your sad fate,
If you _should_ lose your Guildhall rock,
And _we_ be doomed by fate.
For BURNS our pride would humble,
No "giants" in his plan!
Oh, Turtle sweet, oh, Griffin neat,
Beware, yon Bogie Man!
_Chorus_.--Oh, whist! whist! whist!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
GOG and MAGOG, choice wines, good prog.
Are no parts of _his_ plan.
Oh, hush! hush! hush!
He'll catch ye if he can!
Progressive "slops," my popsey-wops,
_He_'ll give--yon Bogey Man!
Oh, ROSEBERY turned tr-r-raitor,
And LUBBOCK seemed to cool,
MCDOUGALL, now, and PARKINSON
May proudly play the fool.
London's delivered to be ruled
On the "Progressive" plan,
And "BEN" can bear the honoured name--
Ye gods!--of ALDERMAN!!!
_Chorus_.--Oh, hush! hush! hush!
Here comes the Bogie Man!
Turtle, be cautious; Griffin, hide!
You're under his black ban.
Oh, whist! whist! whist!
"We'll save ye, _if we can_,
My pretty popsey-wopsey-wops,
From yon bad Bogie Man!
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