Richard Harris Barham

Here you will find the Long Poem Stinkomalee triumphans of poet Richard Harris Barham

Stinkomalee triumphans

WHENE'ER with pitying eye I view 
Each operative sot in town. 
I smile to think how wondrous few 
Get drunk who study at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town, 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

What precious fools 'The People' grew, 
Their alma mater not in town; 
The 'useful classes' hardly knew 
Four was composed of two and two, 
Until they learned it at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

But now they're taught by JOSEPH HU- 
ME, by far the cleverest Scot in town, 
Their items and their tottles too 
Each may dissect his sister Sue, 
From his instructions at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

Then L--E comes, like him how few 
Can caper and can trot in town, 
In pirouette or pas de deux -- 
He beats the famed Monsieur Giroux, 
And teaches dancing at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

And GILCHRIST, see, that great Gentoo 
Professor, has a lot in town 
of Cockney boys, who fag Hindoo, 
And larn Jem-nasties at the U 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

SAM R-- corpse of vampire hue, 
Comes from its grave, to rot in town; 
For Bays the dead bard's crowned with Yew, 
And chaunts the Pleasures of the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

FRANK JEFFREY, of the Scotch Review,-- 
Whom MOORE had nearly shot in town,-- 
Now, with his pamphlet stitched in blue 
And yellow, d--ns the other two, 
But lauds the ever-glorious U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

Great BIRKBECK, king of chips and glue, 
Who paper oft does blot in town, 
From the Mechanics' Institu- 
tion, comes to prate of wedge and screw, 
Lever and axle, at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

LORD WAITHMAN, who long since withdrew 
From Mansion House to cot in town; 
Adorn'd with chair of ormolu. 
All darkly grand, like Prince Lee Boo, 
Lectures on Free Trade at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

Fat F--, with his coat of blue, 
Who speeches makes so hot in town, 
In rhetoric, spells his lectures through, 
And sounds the V for W, 
The vay they speaks it at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

Then H--e comes, who late at New- 
gate-market -- sweetest spot in town! 
Instead of one clerk popped in two, 
To make a place for his nephew, 
Seeking another at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

There's Captain Ross, a traveller true, 
Has just presented. what in town 
's an article of great virtu, 
(The telescope he once peep'd through, 
And 'spied an Esquimaux canoe 
On Croker Mountains), to the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

Since MICHAEL gives no roast nor stew, 
Where Whigs might eat and plot in town, 
And swill his port, and mischief brew -- 
Poor CREEVY sips his water gru- 
el as the beadle of the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

There's JERRY BENTHAM and his crew, 
Names ne'er to be forgot in town, 
In swarms like Banquo's long is-sue -- 
Turk, Papist, Infidel, and Jew, 
Come trooping on to join the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

To crown the whole with triple queue 
Another such there's not in town, 
twitching his restless nose askew, 
Behold tremendous HARRY BROUGH- 
--AM! Law Professor at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town. 
--niversity we've Got in town. 

GRAND CHORUS: 

Huzza! Huzza! for HARRY BROUGH- 
--AM! Law Professor at the U- 
--niversity we've Got in town.