The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Pierre Jean de Béranger (17801857)The Dead Alive
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Dull and overbearing,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as herring.
When the thrusts of pleasure glib
In my sides are sticking,
Poking fun at every rib,
I’m alive and kicking.
Jingles in his breeches,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as ditches.
When a birthday’s champagne-corks
Round my ears are clicking,
Marking time with well-oil’d works,
I’m alive and kicking.
Occupy the table,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as Abel.
Talk about the age of wine
(Bought by cash or ticking),
So you bring a sample fine,
I’m alive and kicking.
Tempts a conquest glutton,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as mutton.
Match me with a tippling foe,
See who first wants picking
From the dead man’s field below,
I’m alive and kicking.
March, by notions big led,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as pig-lead.
When you start a careless song,
Not at grammar sticking,
Good to push the wine along,
I’m alive and kicking.
Spouts in canting gloom’s tones,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as tombstones.
When in cloisters underground,
Built of stone or bricking,
Orders of the screw you found,
I’m alive and kicking.
(Sure we don’t much need ’em),
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as freedom.
Bess returns, and still our throats
Find us here a-slicking,
Sitting free without our coats—
I’m alive and kicking.
Bottle-wine and horn-ale,
Be so kind as pray for me,
I’m as dead as door-nail.
Pledging, though, a quick return,
Soon my anchor sticking
On the shore for which I yearn—
I’m alive and kicking.