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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Organ-Boy’s Appeal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O SIGNOR BRODERIP, you are a wickid ole man,<br>You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you can:<br>How dare you talk of Justice, and go for to seek<br>To pussicute us horgin-boys, you senguinary Beek?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you set in Vestminster surrounded by your crushers,<br>Harrogint and habsolute like the Hortocrat of hall the Rushers,<br>Yet there is a better vurld I'd have you for to know,<br>Likewise a place vere the henimies of horgin-boys will go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O you vickid HEROD without any pity!<br>London vithout horgin-boys vood be a dismal city.<br>Sweet SAINT CICILY who first taught horgin-pipes to blow,<br>Soften the heart of this Magistrit that haggerywates us so!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good Italian gentlemen, fatherly and kind,<br>Brings us over to London here our horgins for to grind;<br>Sends us out vith little vite mice and guinea-pigs also<br>A popping of the Veasel and a Jumpin of JIM CROW.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as us young horgin-boys is grateful in our turn<br>We gives to these kind gentlemen hall the money we earn,<br>Because that they vood vop up as wery wel we know<br>Unless we brought our hurnings back to them as loves us so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O MR. BRODERIP! wery much I'm surprise,<br>Ven you take your valks abroad where can be your eyes?<br>If a Beak had a heart then you'd compryend<br>Us pore little horgin-boys was the poor man's friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't you see the shildren in the droring-rooms<br>Clapping of their little ands when they year our toons?<br>On their mothers' bussums don't you see the babbies crow<br>And down to us dear horgin-boys lots of apence throw?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't you see the ousemaids (pooty POLLIES and MARIES),<br>Ven ve bring our urdigurdis, smiling from the hairies?<br>Then they come out vith a slice o' cole puddn or a bit o' bacon or so<br>And give it us young horgin-boys for lunch afore we go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you ever seen the Hirish children sport<br>When our velcome music-box brings sunshine in the Court?<br>To these little paupers who can never pay<br>Surely all good horgin-boys, for GOD'S love, will play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has for those proud gentlemen, like a serting B—k<br>(Vich I von't be pussonal and therefore vil not speak),<br>That flings their parler-vinders hup von ve begin to play<br>And cusses us and swears at us in such a wiolent way,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instedd of their abewsing and calling hout Poleece<br>Let em send out JOHN to us vith six-pence or a shillin apiece.<br>Then like good young horgin-boys avay from there we'll go,<br>Blessing sweet SAINT CICILY that taught our pipes to blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you can:
How dare you talk of Justice, and go for to seek
To pussicute us horgin-boys, you senguinary Beek?

Though you set in Vestminster surrounded by your cru..."></div>
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