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My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day	A
It was half after two	B
He had nothing to do	B
So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet	A
	-
Tiger Tim	C
Was clean of limb	C
His boots were polish'd his jacket was trim	C
With a very smart tie in his smart cravat	A
And a smart cockade on the top of his hat	A
Tallest of boys or shortest of men	D
He stood in his stockings just four foot ten	D
And he ask'd as he held the door on the swing	E
'Pray did your Lordship please to ring '	-
	-
My Lord Tomnoddy he raised his head	A
And thus to Tiger Tim he said	A
'Malibran's dead	A
Duvernay's fled	A
Taglioni has not yet arrived in her stead	A
Tiger Tim come tell me true	B
What may a Nobleman find to do	B
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Tim look'd up and Tim look'd down	F
He paused and he put on a thoughtful frown	F
And he held up his hat and he peep'd in the crown	F
He bit his lip and he scratch'd his head	A
He let go the handle and thus he said	A
As the door released behind him bang'd	A
'An't please you my Lord there 's a man to be hang'd	A
	-
My Lord Tomnoddy jump'd up at the news	G
'Run to M'Fuze	G
And Lieutenant Tregooze	G
And run to Sir Carnaby Jenks of the Blues	G
Rope dancers a score	H
I've seen before	H
Madame Sacchi Antonio and Master Blackmore	H
But to see a man swing	E
At the end of a string	E
With his neck in a noose will be quite a new thing '	-
	-
My Lord Tomnoddy stept into his cab	I
Dark rifle green with a lining of drab	I
Through street and through square	J
His high trotting mare	J
Like one of Ducrow's goes pawing the air	J
Adown Piccadilly and Waterloo Place	G
Went the high trotting mare at a very quick pace	G
She produced some alarm	K
But did no great harm	K
Save frightening a nurse with a child on her arm	K
Spattering with clay	A
Two urchins at play	A
Knocking down very much to the sweeper's dismay	A
An old woman who wouldn't get out of the way	A
And upsetting a stall	L
Near Exeter Hall	L
Which made all the pious Church Mission folks squall	L
But eastward afar	M
Through Temple Bar	M
My Lord Tomnoddy directs his car	M
Never heeding their squalls	G
Or their calls or their bawls	G
He passes by Waithman's Emporium for shawls	G
And merely just catching a glimpse of St Paul's	G
Turns down the Old Bailey	N
Where in front of the gaol he	N
Pulls up at the door of the gin shop and gaily	N
Cries 'What must I fork out to night my trump	O
For the whole first floor of the Magpie and Stump '	-
	-
	-
The clock strikes Twelve it is dark midnight	A
Yet the Magpie and Stump is one blaze of light	A
The parties are met	A
The tables are set	A
There is 'punch ' 'cold without ' 'hot with ' 'heavy wet '	-
Ale glasses and jugs	G
And rummers and mugs	G
And sand on the floor without carpets or rugs	G
Cold fowl and cigars	G
Pickled onions in jars	G
Welsh rabbits and kidneys rare work for the jaws	G
And very large lobsters with very large claws And there is M'Fuze	G
And Lieutenant Tregooze	G
And there is Sir Carnaby Jenks of the Blues	G
All come to see a man 'die in his shoes '	-
	-
The clock strikes One	P
Supper is done	P
And Sir Carnaby Jenks is full of his fun	P
Singing 'Jolly companions every one '	-
My Lord Tomnoddy	A
Is drinking gin toddy	A
And laughing at ev'ry thing and ev'ry body	A
The clock strikes Two and the clock strikes Three	A
' Who so merry so merry as we '	-
Save Captain M'Fuze	G
Who is taking a snooze	G
While Sir Carnaby Jenks is busy at work	Q
Blacking his nose with a piece of burnt cork	R
	-
The clock strikes Four Round the debtors' door	H
Are gather'd a couple of thousand or more	H
As many await	A
At the press yard gate	A
Till slowly its folding doors open and straight	A
The mob divides and between their ranks	G
A waggon comes loaded with posts and with planks	G
	-
The clock strikes Five	S
The Sheriffs arrive	S
And the crowd is so great that the street seems alive	S
But Sir Carnaby Jenks	G
Blinks and winks	G
A candle burns down in the socket and stinks	G
Lieutenant Tregooze	G
Is dreaming of Jews	G
And acceptances all the bill brokers refuse	G
My Lord Tomnoddy	A
Has drunk all his toddy	A
And just as the dawn is beginning to peep	T
The whole of the party are fast asleep	T
	-
Sweetly oh sweetly the morning breaks	G
With roseate streaks	G
Like the first faint blush on a maiden's cheeks	G
Seem'd as that mild and clear blue sky	U
Smiled upon all things far and nigh	U
On all save the wretch condemn'd to die	U
Alack that ever so fair a Sun	P
As that which its course has now begun	P
Should rise on such a scene of misery	A
Should gild with rays so light and free	A
That dismal dark frowning Gallows tree And hark a sound comes big with fate	A
The clock from St Sepulchre's tower strikes Eight	A
List to that low funereal bell	V
It is tolling alas a living man's knell	V
And see from forth that opening door	H
They come HE steps that threshold o'er	W
Who never shall tread upon threshold more	H
God 'tis a fearsome thing to see	A
That pale wan man's mute agony	A
The glare of that wild despairing eye	U
Now bent on the crowd now turn'd to the sky	U
As though 'twere scanning in doubt and in fear	X
The path of the Spirit's unknown career	X
Those pinion'd arms those hands that ne'er	J
Shall be lifted again not even in prayer	J
That heaving chest Enough ' tis done	P
The bolt has fallen the spirit is gone	Y
For weal or for woe is known but to One	P
Oh 'twas a fearsome sight Ah me	A
A deed to shudder at not to see	A
	-
Again that clock 'tis time 'tis time	Z
The hour is past with its earliest chime	Z
The cord is severed the lifeless clay	A
By 'dungeon villains' is borne away	A
Nine 'twas the last concluding stroke	A2
And then my Lord Tomnoddy awoke	A2
And Tregooze and Sir Carnaby Jenks arose	G
And Captain M'Fuze with the black on his nose	G
And they stared at each other as much as to say	A
'Hollo Hollo	B2
Here's a rum Go	B2
Why Captain my Lord Here 's the devil to pay	A
The fellow's been cut down and taken away	A
What's to be done	P
We've miss'd all the fun	P
Why they'll laugh at and quiz us all over the town	F
We are all of us done so uncommonly brown '	-
	-
What was to be done ' twas perfectly plain	C2
That they could not well hang the man over again	D
What was to be done The man was dead	A
Nought could be done nought could be said	A
So my Lord Tomnoddy went home to bed	A

Richard Harris Barham

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