<h2><SPAN name="page34"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>SIR GUY THE CRUSADER</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Sir Guy</span> was a
doughty crusader,<br/>
A muscular
knight,<br/>
Ever ready to
fight,<br/>
A very determined invader,<br/>
And <span class="smcap">Dickey De
Lion’s</span> delight.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Lenore</span> was a Saracen
maiden,<br/>
Brunette,
statuesque,<br/>
The reverse of
grotesque,<br/>
Her pa was a bagman from Aden,<br/>
Her mother she played in burlesque.</p>
<p class="poetry">A <i>coryphée</i>, pretty and loyal,<br/>
In amber and
red<br/>
The ballet she
led;<br/>
Her mother performed at the Royal,<br/>
<span class="smcap">Lenore</span> at the
Saracen’s Head.</p>
<p class="poetry">Of face and of figure majestic,<br/>
She dazzled the
cits—<br/>
Ecstaticised
pits;—<br/>
Her troubles were only domestic,<br/>
But drove her half out of her wits.</p>
<p class="poetry">Her father incessantly lashed her,<br/>
On water and
bread<br/>
She was
grudgingly fed;<br/>
Whenever her father he thrashed her<br/>
Her mother sat down on her head.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Guy</span> saw her, and
loved her, with reason,<br/>
For beauty so
bright<br/>
Sent him mad
with delight;<br/>
He purchased a stall for the season,<br/>
And sat in it every night.</p>
<p class="poetry">His views were exceedingly proper,<br/>
He wanted to
wed,<br/>
So he called at
her shed<br/>
And saw her progenitor whop her—<br/>
Her mother sit down on her head.</p>
<p class="poetry">“So pretty,” said he, “and so
trusting!<br/>
You brute of a
dad,<br/>
You unprincipled
cad,<br/>
Your conduct is really disgusting,<br/>
Come, come, now admit it’s too bad!</p>
<p class="poetry">“You’re a turbaned old Turk, and
malignant—<br/>
Your daughter
<span class="smcap">Lenore</span><br/>
I intensely
adore,<br/>
And I cannot help feeling indignant,<br/>
A fact that I hinted before;</p>
<p class="poetry">“To see a fond father employing<br/>
A deuce of a
knout<br/>
For to bang her
about,<br/>
To a sensitive lover’s annoying.”<br/>
Said the bagman, “Crusader, get
out.”</p>
<p class="poetry">Says <span class="smcap">Guy</span>,
“Shall a warrior laden<br/>
With a big spiky
knob,<br/>
Sit in peace on
his cob<br/>
While a beautiful Saracen maiden<br/>
Is whipped by a Saracen snob?</p>
<p class="poetry">“To London I’ll go from my
charmer.”<br/>
Which he did,
with his loot<br/>
(Seven hats and
a flute),<br/>
And was nabbed for his Sydenham armour<br/>
At <span class="smcap">Mr. Ben-Samuel’s</span>
suit.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Sir Guy</span> he was
lodged in the Compter,<br/>
Her pa, in a
rage,<br/>
Died
(don’t know his age),<br/>
His daughter, she married the prompter,<br/>
Grew bulky and quitted the stage.</p>
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