Fraternity-Testvériség, 1941 (19. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1941-07-01 / 7. szám
TESTVÉRISÉG 13 KOSSUTH An Impromptu Lisped in Numbers, by a “Swell” Some fella said the papers say That patwiot, who so vewy neeaw Was being hanged the othaw day — Kossuth — is coming over heeaw, I wondaw why they make a fuss About his landing on our shaw; I don’t see what it is to us: I only think the man’s a Baw! What has he done I want to know? Fought against tywants? — very well — There’s other fellas have done so: Faw instance, there was William Tell. They say the man’s a hewo — twue — But we’ve had hewos, lots, befaw — Lycaugus, and I don’t know who — And too much hewoisms a Baw! Now Lopez, I should wathaw say, He would have been the man to cheeaw, Supposing he had got away, Upon his coming over heeaw. One can’t admiaw a mauwal man That fights faw libaty and law; A bucaniaw one wathaw can, The othaw is a simple Baw! You’ll have no end of songs, no doubt, About Kossuth, the bwave and fwee; The Bwitish mob will waw and shout For this Hungaywian wefugee. Hand the cigyaws — the wosy pass — That a good soul — I’ll say no maw — In shawt, I feel I’ve been an ass To talk as much about a Baw! From: “Punch” London, 1851. * TO M. KOSSUTH Among the great in glory and in grief, High place is thine, O Governor and Chief. I look on thee, and something I would speak Of my strong feeling — but my words are weak. And since thou earnest victorious from defeat, When with one pulse our British hear did beat; And Hope came with thee, beaming as the morn; And ’mid a whirl of welcome thou wert borne Thro’ England’s cities, in far prouder state Than e’er was known by prince or potentate. Or conqueror, laden with an empire’s spoil — Since then, beholding thy unheeded toil, Methinks ‘twere easier to fight for thee Than speak more praise and talk more sympathy. Oh, if great deeds could come of lofty words,
