Classic Poem

Woe worth the day when folly gave the signal
(Or rather Hymen) to old father Brignall,
To marry that same stupid " Hurrum, — Scurrum",
Through whom we lost the sunny side of Durham!

That Sunnyside! how sweet it must have been!
My heart quite longs for such a lovely scene!
I think I see it now, — so wide and roomy, —
And then so brilliant always! — never gloomy! —

The sun that lighted up its eastern side,
Its beams upon the western multiplied, —
And gleamed at once o'er all its lakes and towers, —
Ah! at that rate, all Durham had been ours! —

— Had! — did I say? Alas — 'tis past recalling!
(Or else I'd spent a week or two in brawling)
No — no — don't fret — 'tis safe from every danger,
While in the awful clutches of the Grainger.

There's all their nasty children too, — before
We can get at it — each to have a paw
Upon that sweet — delightful sunny shore! —
— A breeding race — those Graingers! Known of yore!

Well, it's no use our thoughts to stew and ferret; —
" Figs on it" — I say — like Granny Skerritt; —
But when we do get into Durham's county, —
We'll pay those Grainger folks for all their bounty!

Yes — yes! so long o'er Sunnyside we've brooded, —
And our illustrious blood so long deluded, —
That when for that great rout we give the signals —
Oh! woe to Graingers [ ] and Brignalls! —