A Boulogne Table d'Hôte by W. S. Gilbert

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A Boulogne Table d'Hôte

Air, "He vowed that he would never leave her"

Tom Hood's Comic Annual for 1868

	No gathering ever can beat
			Such a treat As you meet
	In the people who gather, to eat
		At a table d'hôte every day,
	So strange in appearance and phrase
			A leur aise In their ways —
	As the people who show off their traits
		At a table d'hôte every day.
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

	In the chair an old fellow you'll find —
			He sits there In the chair
	Because for a fortnight he's dined
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	He's fatherly quite in his ways,
			Looking most Like a host,
	Your senior by several days.
		He table d'hôtes every day!
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

	There's another you know at a glance,
			Who's designed In his mind
	To shine in the language of France,
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	"Hi, Garsong, vous venez ici,
			Here, I say, S'l vous plait —
	Donnez moi — thanks — all right." He will be
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

	Then the lady so very genteel
			That you'd think She would shrink
	From the notion of making a meal
		At a table d'hôte every day.
	But you find, though genteel she can eat,
			Go right through The "menoo" —
	Soup, fish, entrée, joint, cheese, and sweet —
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

	There's the vulgar old glutton and wife,
			He who shines As he dines,
	And who swallows the blade of his knife
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	With his napkin tucked under his chin,
			The old bear Settles there,
	Long before it is time to begin,
		At the table d'hôte every day!
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

	There's a gay and a gushing old girl,
			Who must be Forty-three
	With a seven-and-sixpenny curl,
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	There's also a boy of nineteen
			(Quite a lad) Driven mad
	By her beauty, who always is seen
		At the table d'hôte every day.
	You'll never be tired of meeting The people who gather for eating
At a table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte, table d'hôte,
		Table d'hôte every day!

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