The flames roar upwards fanned by the breeze
They gave a lusty cheer
Then at last they came to a stately pile
A mansion, vast and high
In the grounds beyond they spied a row
Of houses burning and the glow
Lit up the inky sky
"It's at the back," yelled Brown, "Alack
We must drive round these palings, you see
It's a bigger affair than I took it for, boys
We're first on the scene, won't our fame make a noise
It's a proud, proud day for me!"
Then he cried, "Stop, stop, we're near enough now
There's no way through these palings, I fear
But we won't climb over, for fear we might drop
We'll just shoot the water bang over the top
And I see there's a hydrant here."

THE FIRE

So they turned on the water and screwed down the hose
For smartness their work was immense
Soon the engine was pumping and thudding its song
And a huge stream of water quite forty feet long

 

Was pouring clean over the fence
And as o'er the palings the torrent rushed forth
They heard a commotion and shout
Then a door in the fence, which they'd not seen of course
Flew open with sudden and violent force
And a gentleman came rushing out
Ran towards them, all splashing and dripping
Then yelled as he waded through pools
Wringing meanwhile from his evening dress coat
Enough water to float a round pond boat
"What's the meaning of all this, you fools?"
"Why, ain't there a fire in there, Sir?
Cried the Captain, "That's what we're about
I see houses a-falling and burning in there
And I fancy we've put some out!"
"And you've put the audience out as well,"
Yelled the gent, "Don't you know what's alight?
It's a set-piece of the fire in 'Frisco Town,
For this is the Crystal Palace, you clown
You darned fools, its Brocks Benefit Night!"

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