Kemo, kimo, where? oh there! my high, my low,
Then in came Sally singing,
Sometimes, Medley winkum lingtum nip cat.
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She wanted Will for worse or better,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She'd have married, but dad wouldn't let her.
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
And so she went and got a knife,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She broke her heart and lost her life,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
Kemo, kimo, &c.
Then Josh he felt his dander risin',
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
So he went and swallow'd pisin,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
The village folks laugh'd in their sleeve,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
For Jordan's a hard road to travel, I believe,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
Kemo, kimo, &c.
But, compared with many of the places frequented by both sexes,
Canterbury Hall is a respectable place. I may think that more rational
amusement might be found than by sitting smoking and drinking in a large
room on a hot summer's night. I may have my doubts whether all go home
sober--the presence of a policeman in the room indicated that at times
there was need for his services--but I believe the association of song
and drinking and amusements pernicious in the extreme; and, knowing that
man needs relaxation--that he must have his hour of amusement as well as
of work--I cannot too earnestly press upon the advocates of Temperance
reform the desirableness of their out-bidding the public-house in the
attempts to cater for the entertainment of the people. That they do not
do so, is clear. Where once we had a National Hall in Holborn, for the
action of moral influences, a publican has erected a hall--for singing
and drinking--capable, I should think, of holding 1200 people, and
crammed every night. Then the "Lord Raglan" holds as many. Nor are
these alone the only competitors for public patronage; their name is
Legion.