William Schwenck Gilbert

There lived a King, as I've been
In the wonder-working days of old,
When hearts were twice as good as gold,
And twenty times as mellow

To a garden full of
Cometh one to gather flowers;
And he wanders through its
Toying with the wanton roses,

LY
NE was a nursery maid,
ES was a bold Life Guard,
HN was a constable, poorly paid(And I am a doggerel bard)

NG
IA
EE
Was a man-eating African swell;

Only a dancing girl,
With an unromantic style,
With borrowed colour and curl,
With fixed mechanical smile,

ON
TY
US
Was the son of an elderly labouring man;

Mr
Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak,
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of grog on a Sunday after dinner,

Now,
Marco, dear,
My wishes hear:
While you're

IS
The Rt
Hon Sir Joseph Porter,
K

Brightly dawns our wedding day;
Joyous hour, we give thee greeting
Whither, whither art thou fleeting
Fickle moment, prithee stay

The air is charged with amatory numbers -Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers' lays
Peace, peace, old heart
Why waken from its
The aching memory of the old, old days

IS
The Rt
Hon Sir Joseph Porter,
K