To the tune of 'Why, how now, saucy jade?'
Why, how now, saucy Tom?
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mister Campbell.
ANSWER
Why, how now, Billy Bowles?
Sure the priest is maudlin!
(To the public) How can you, d--n your souls!
Listen to his twaddling?
More verses by George Gordon Byron
- From The Last Hill That Looks On Thy Once Holy Dome
- Don Juan: Canto The Seventh
- On A Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken
- Jeptha's Daughter
- My Epitaph