THE UNLICENSED REVOLUTION.

Globe, Volume III, Issue 212, 12 February 1875, Page 3

THE UNLICENSED REVOLUTION.

[By Tears.] Cantor I. Argunent. Oh ! sad was the hour. When, of cabbies the flower, Young Goodyer, was taken to jail; Folks reel’d with affright, Just as if they were tight, And listen’d aghast at the tale. Canter 11. Disturbance of the sweet calm. The morning awoke. As it through the mist broke, Thus causing the break of the day ; Uprose all the smells Of the city which tells, Of doctor and devil to pay. Canter 111. Pathos. The chief of the cabbies Embrac’d all his babbies, And wetted them well with his tears; But though wet in his eye, He was otherwise dry, So went and had several beers. Canter IV. Executive. Messieurs Keener and Saw, Great men in the law, They sat on their four-legged stools; With faces severe, They soon made it appear, The Council were wrong in their rules. Canter V. Proclamation of War ! ! ! Then war to the knife, Now come battle and strife, The cabbie proclaim’d as he sat; I will take Hobbs’ measure, Dust his jacket at leisure, I will ! ! and he smash’d on his hat. Canter VI. Trepidation, A feeling so drear, It was very like fear, Of the Council firmly took hold With trembles and shakes, Likewise mortal earthquakes— They shiver’d, and didn’t feel bold. Hobbs read out the Act, As a matter of fact, ’Gainst riot and other dissensions; A deep scheme he laid, ’Twas to call to his aid A peeler of giant dimensions. Canter VII. Coming events cast their shadows behind. Round the corner appear’d A big man with a beard, Two girls, and a “ smart little lad ” ; Then heels over head | All the Councillors fled, And looked as if they felt bad. Canter VIII. Hostilities / / / There arose in the night A moat horrible sight— Of barricades, timber, and stones ; "While troops of police Were preserving the peace Near the shop of bootmaker Jones. Canter IX. Reflection, A calm and storm Not unfrequently form A gunpowder mixture together : And so in this case A great blow up took place, Which rather disturb’d the fair weather. Canter X. War and Blood. With pick-axe and spade, With a rush and a raid, Cabbies came on with a rattle; Loud sounded the blows, And there’s many a nose Was bleeding that day in the battle.

Canter XI. Victory !! ! They have won ! they have won ! My brave cabbies, well done! Which sounded the Councillor’s knell; But here I must state, Ah! how sad was the fate Which Goodyer the chieftain befel? Canter XII. A Sneezer. With one of those blows, Right direct on the nose, Which boys call a regular smeller: The chieftain was felled, And loudly he yelled—- “ Come, none of your larks, my fine feller.” With wink and with nod He was taken to quod, And buried alive in a cellar. Canter XIII. Congratulations of Foreign Potentates. Bismarck and the Czar Sent word from afar, Their delight at what they had heard; And a great plenipo’ ' They determined should go With their love, and quick, “like a bird.”

Canter XIV. Enrolment of Burghers, Of specials so bold, Two hundred enroll’d, And peace was restored to the city: The Mayor sat in state, Though he’s rather irate; For Council there’s nothing but pity. Canter XV. Return of confidence. With courage once more, From a window first floor, Peer’d a nose in the lights and the shades; While the Mayor sweetly smiled At the form of a child, As it play’d with the grim barricades. Canter XVI, Old style. Reconciliation. Odd fakins! this war Sure is pressing full sore, And gone to the length of its tether: The Councillors met, The cabbies were set, And so they rubb’d noses together. Ij Envoy. Now peace is proclaimed, And nobody’s blamed; While Hobbs, and old Goodyer are brothers The lawers approve, Just to make things go smooth, Which all animosity smothers.