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Oh the balloon the great balloon	A
It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon	A
And every one said we should hear of it soon	A
With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon	A
But very soon after folks changed their tune	A
'The netting had burst the silk the shalloon	A
It had met with a trade wind a deuced monsoon	A
It was blown out to sea it was blown to the moon	A
They ought to have put off their journey till June	A
Sure none but a donkey a goose or baboon	A
Would go up in November in any balloon '	B
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Then they talk'd about Green' Oh where's Mister Green	A
And where's Mister Hollond who hired the machine	A
And where is Monk Mason the man that has been	A
Up so often before twelve times or thirteen	A
And who writes such nice letters describing the scene	A
And where's the cold fowl and the ham and poteen	A
The press'd beef with the fat cut off nothing but lean	A
And the portable soup in the patent tureen	A
Have they got to Grand Cairo or reach'd Aberdeen	A
Or Jerusalem Hamburgh or Ballyporeen	A
No they have not been seen Oh they haven't been seen '	-
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Stay here's Mister Gye Mr Frederick Gye	C
'At Paris ' says he 'I've been up very high	D
A couple of hundred of toises or nigh	D
A cockstride the Tuilleries' pantiles to spy	D
With Dollond's best telescope stuck at my eye	D
And my umbrella under my arm like Paul Pry	D
But I could see nothing at all but the sky	D
So I thought with myself 'twas of no use to try	D
Any longer and feeling remarkably dry	D
From sitting all day stuck up there like a Guy	D
I came down again and you see here am I '	-
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But here's Mr Hughes What says young Mr Hughes	E
'Why I'm sorry to say we've not got any news	E
Since the letter they threw down in one of their shoes	E
Which gave the Mayor's nose such a deuce of a bruise	E
As he popp'd up his eye glass to look at their cruise	E
Over Dover and which the folks flock'd to peruse	E
At Squier's bazaar the same evening in crews	E
Politicians newsmongers town council and blues	E
Turks heretics infidels jumpers and Jews	E
Scorning Bachelor's papers and Warren's reviews	E
But the wind was then blowing towards Helvoetsluys	E
And my father and I are in terrible stews	E
For so large a balloon is a sad thing to lose '	-
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Here's news come at last Here's news come at last	F
A vessel's come in which has sail'd very fast	F
And a gentleman serving before the mast	F
Mister Nokes has declared that 'the party has past	F
Safe across to the Hague where their grapnal they cast	F
As a fat burgomaster was staring aghast	F
To see such a monster come borne on the blast	F
And it caught in his waistband and there it stuck fast '	-
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Oh fie Mister Nokes for shame Mister Nokes	E
To be poking your fun at us plain dealing folks	E
Sir this isn't a time to be cracking your jokes	E
And such jesting your malice but scurvily cloaks	E
Such a trumpery tale every one of us smokes	E
And we know very well your whole story's a hoax	E
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'Oh what shall we do Oh where will it end	G
Can nobody go Can nobody send	G
To Calais or Bergen op zoom or Ostend	G
Can't you go there yourself Can't you write to a friend	G
For news upon which we may safely depend '	-
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Huzzah huzzah one and eight pence to pay	H
For a letter from Hamborough just come to say	H
They descended at Weilburg about break of day	H
And they've lent them the palace there during their stay	H
And the town is becoming uncommonly gay	H
And they're feasting the party and soaking their clay	H
With Johannisberg Rudesheim Moselle and Tokay	H
And the landgraves and margraves and counts beg and pray	H
That they won't think as yet about going away	H
Notwithstanding they don't mean to make much delay	H
But pack up the balloon in a waggon or dray	H
And pop themselves into a German 'po shay '	-
And get on to Paris by Lisle and Tournay	A
Where they boldly declare any wager they'll lay	H
If the gas people there do not ask them to pay	H
Such a sum as must force them at once to say 'Nay '	-
They'll inflate the balloon in the Champs Elys es	E
And be back again here the beginning of May	H
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Dear me what a treat for a juvenile f te	G
What thousands will flock their arrival to greet	G
There'll be hardly a soul to be seen in the street	G
For at Vauxhall the whole population will meet	G
And you'll scarcely get standing room much less a seat	G
For this all preceding attraction must beat	G
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Since there they'll unfold what we want to be told	G
How they cough'd how they sneezed how they shiver'd with cold	G
How they tippled the 'cordial ' as racy and old	G
As Hodges or Deady or Smith ever sold	G
And how they all then felt remarkably bold	G
How they thought the boil'd beef worth its own weight in gold	G
And how Mister Green was beginning to scold	G
Because Mister Mason would try to lay hold	G
Of the moon and had very near overboard roll'd	G
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And there they'll be seen they'll be all to be seen	A
The great coats the coffee pot mugs and tureen	A
With the tight rope and fire works and dancing between	A
If the weather should only prove fair and serene	A
And there on a beautiful transparent screen	A
In the middle you'll see a large picture of Green	A
Mr Hollond on one side who hired the machine	A
Mr Mason on t'other describing the scene	A
And Fame on one leg in the air like a queen	A
With three wreaths and a trumpet will over them lean	A
While Envy in serpents and black bombazine	A
Looks on from below with an air of chagrin	A
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Then they'll play up a tune in the Royal Saloon	A
And the people will dance by the light of the moon	A
And keep up the ball till the next day at noon	A
And the peer and the peasant the lord and the loon	A
The haughty grandee and the low picaroon	A
The six foot life guardsman and little gossoon	A
Will all join in three cheers for the 'monstre' balloon	A

Richard Harris Barham

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