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VICTORIA SQUARE - AN IDYLL, by                    
First Line: Oh! We are a band of bummers
Last Line: As we camp around the statue of her glorious majestee!


OH! we are a band of bummers, and for many joyous summers
On the Square that's called "Victoria" we have sported on the green.
"Evan's Corner" erstwhile knew us, but the blooming coppers flew us,
So we sought the kind protection of Her Majesty the Queen.
Her Majesty the Queen!
Lord bless the big bronze Statue of Her Majesty the Queen.

Ah, it's there we love to linger till what time the rosy finger
Of Aurora paints the heavens with golden rays serene,
And altho' our lives are "checkered," yet we've always held the record
For strong unchanging fealty to the Statue of the Queen.
To the Statue of the Queen!
Oh! we're the Guard of Honor to the Statue of the Queen.

Sitting round the sun-kissed fountain, situate between the mountain
And the river gently flowing, oh! 't is a pleasant scene.
For alternately the breezes from both sources come to please us,
As we linger round the Statue of Her Majesty the Queen.
The Statue of the Queen!
As we worship round the Statue of Her
Majesty the Queen.

Like veterans in the trenches, we occupy the benches,
Where we watch the busy sparrows as they flutter round their nests;
And the new wild-eyed bacteria we have introduced, would weary a
Wyatt Johnston, for he'd find them unresponsive to his tests.
Unresponsive to his tests!
Oh! we think we see them smiling 'neath his pathologic tests.

We are born of many nations, we have rules and regulations
Which if any member fracture, we arise in all our wrath --
Then you ought to hear him holler, as we seize him by the collar,
For well he knows his punishment necessitates a bath.
Necessitates a bath!
Oh! the agony inflicted by the order of the bath!

Oh! the scientific lacin' we applied to Billy Mason,
And submerged him in the basin while the coppers were away,
And before the coppers found him, we had very nearly drowned him
'Cause he wore a laundered night-shirt on Victoria's Natal Day!
On Victoria's Natal Day!
Tho' he said he only donned it just in honor of the day.

For there's one thing we take pride in 't is the shadow we abide in
Of the glorious law of freedom, unchange-abilitee;
Then let us range unfettered, tho' we may be unlettered,
For we furnish picturesqueness and true simplicitee.
And true simplicitee,
As we camp around the Statue of Her Glorious Majestee!





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