Gog and Magog. — A Guildhall Duet
Magog
Why, Gog, I say, it’s after One,
And yet no dinner carved;
Shall we endure this sort of fun,
And stand here to be starved?
GOG.
I really think our City Lords
Must be a shabby set;
I’ve stood here since King Charles’s time,
And had no dinner yet!
MAGOG.
I vow I can no longer stay;
I say, are we to dine to-day?
GOG.
My hunger would provoke a saint,
I’ve waited till I’m sick and faint;
I’ll tell you what, they’ll starve us both,
I’ll tell you what, they’ll stop our growth.
MAGOG.
I wish I had a round of beef
My hungry tooth to charm;
I’ve wind enough in my inside
To play the Hundredth Psalm.
GOG.
And yet they feast beneath our eyes
Without the least remorse;
This very week I saw the Mayor
A feeding like a horse!
MAGOG.
Such loads of fish, and flesh, and fowl,
To think upon it makes me growl!
GOG.
I wonder where the fools were taught,
That they should keep a giant short!
They’ll stop our growth, they’ll stop our growth;
They’ll starve us both, they’ll starve us both!
MAGOG.
They said, a hundred years ago,
That we should dine at One;
Why, Gog, I say, our meat by this
Is rather over-done.
GOG.
I do not want it done at all,
So hungry is my maw,
Give me an Alderman in chains,
And I will eat him raw!
MAGOG.
Of starving weavers they discuss,
And yet they never think of us.
I say, are we to dine to-day;
Are we to dine to-day?
GOG.
Oh dear, the pang it is to feel
So mealy-mouthed without a meal!
MAGOG.
I’ll tell you what, they’ll stop our growth!
GOG.
I’ll tell you what, they’ll starve us both!
BOTH.
They’ll stop our growth, they’ll starve us both!