And Bridges o' Sighs cut in pasteboard, is larks all the same, and
no fly.

Sort o' cosy romanticky feeling a-paddling along them canals,
With the manderlines twangling all round, and the larf of the
gayest of gals
Gurgling up through the Hightalian hair--though it do 'ave a
cockneyfied sniff,--
Wy it's better than spooning at Marlow with MOLLY MOLLOY in a skiff.

I felt like Lord BYRON, I tell yer; I stretched myself, orty-like,
hout,
And wished it could go on all night, wich my pardner did ditto, no
doubt.
Modern Venice in minichure, CHARLIE, ain't really so dusty, you bet;
I wos quite a Bassanio in breeks, and I ain't lost the twang of it
yet.

_My_ Portia wos POLLY MARIA; she tipped me her name fair and free;
And a pootier young mossel o' muslin, I never 'ad perch on _my_
knee.
No side on 'er, nothink lowlived, CHARLIE, ladylike down to the
ground,
I called 'er my fair "Bride of Venice." In fact, we wos 'appy all
round.

She said _I_ wos _'er_ form to a hounce, and if anyone looked more
O.K.,
In a nobby Gondoler than me, well that chap 'adn't travelled _'er_
way;
Wich wos Barnsbury Park--so she whispered, with _sech_ a sly
giggle, dear boy!
I sez "Bully for IMRE KIRALFY! His Show is a thing to henjoy!"

And so it is, CHARLIE, old hoyster. The music is twangly, I own,
And if I've a fancy myself, 'taint hexactly the Great Xylophone;
But the speeches of musical scratch-backs the dancers keep time
with so pat,
In that fairy-like Carnival Bally, fetched POLLY, ah, all round
'er 'at!

That 'at wos a spanker, I tell yer; as big as the Doge's
State-Barge,
And like all the "Four Seasons" in one! "Well," sez POLLY, "I _do_
like 'em large,
Them Venetian pork-pies ain't _my_ fancy, no room for no trimmings
above.
They wouldn't suit Barnsbury Park, though they might do 'The
Castle of Love'!"

Sort o' needled her somehow, I fancy; but, bless yer, I soon put
_that_ straight.
Gals is wonderful touchy on togs! Covent Garden piled high on a
plate
With a blue hostrich-feather all round it, mayn't be man's hidea
of a tile,
But I flattered her taste a rare bat, and soon 'ad her again on
the smile.

Well, "Venice the Bride of the Sea," is wut