uld never
enjoy the benefits of civilization either. As they often said:

'Who and what are our children that they shouldn't be made to work for
their betters? They're not Gentry's children, are they? The good
things of life was never meant for the likes of them. Let 'em work!
That's wot the likes of them was made for, and if we can only get
Tariff Reform for 'em they will always be sure of plenty of it--not
only Full Time, but Overtime! As for edication, travellin' in furrin'
parts, an' enjoying life an' all sich things as that, they was never
meant for the likes of our children--they're meant for Gentry's
children! Our children is only like so much dirt compared with
Gentry's children! That's wot the likes of us is made for--to Work for
Gentry, so as they can 'ave plenty of time to enjoy theirselves; and
the Gentry is made to 'ave a good time so as the likes of us can 'ave
Plenty of Work.'

There were several more verses, and by the time they had sung them all,
the Tories were in a state of wild enthusiasm. Even Ned Dawson, who
had fallen asleep with his head pillowed on his arms on the table,
roused himself up at the end of each verse, and after having joined in
the chorus, went to sleep again.

At the end of the song they gave three cheers for Tariff Reform and
Plenty of Work, and then Crass, who, as the singer of the last song,
had the right to call upon the next man, nominated Philpot, who
received an ovation when he stood up, for he was a general favourite.
He never did no harm to nobody, and he was always wiling to do anyone a
good turn whenever he had the opportunity. Shouts of 'Good old Joe'
resounded through the room as he crossed over to the piano, and in
response to numerous requests for 'The old song' he began to sing 'The
Flower Show':

'Whilst walkin' out the other night, not knowing where to go
I saw a bill upon a wall about a Flower Show.

So I thought the flowers I'd go and see to pass away the night.
And when I got into that Show it was a curious sight.
So with your kind intention and a little of your aid,
Tonight some flowers I'll mention which I hope will never fade.'

Omnes:
To-night some flowers I'll mention which I hope will never fade.'

There were several more verses, from which it appeared that the
principal flowers in the Show were the Rose, the Thistle and the
Shamrock.

When he had finished, the applause wa