256 WHISPERS FROM FAIRYLAND. [v.

 

I.

Over her knee, over her knee,
How my old grandmother used to spank me ;
Over her knee, over her knee,
When I was quite a small boy !
It was spank, spank, spank !
Ne use was it kicking, for on she went licking,
With spank, spank, spank!
The thing she quite used to enjoy !
(Chorus) Then it’s over her knee, &c.

Il.

Over her knee, over her knee,
Oft she would turn me as if for a spree,
Over her knee, over her knee,
Turn me again and again.
It was spank, spank, spank !
In vain was my crying, she kept on applying
The spank, spank, spank !
Oh, it was terrible pain!
(Chorus) Then it’s over her knee, &c.

Ill.

When I was free down from her knee
Naughty again I was certain to be,
‘Then she took me back on her knee,
Acting the same as before ;
Ti was spank, spank, spank !
Wretched young fellow, oh, how I did bellow!
Still spank, spank, spank !
O, ’twas no end of a bore !
(Chorus) When over her knee, &c.

‘There!’ cried the little brown gentleman as he
came to an end of his song, ‘I call that a sensible
kind of a ditty, and what is more, it is strictly founded
upon fact, which is more than many of my friends can
say who write songs and stories. Now, then, can’t