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Two Oscar-Orientated Songs

Hello all!
Wohl_der_nacht here, dandy, aesthete, and (of course) Oscaroholic. I really am most delighted to have found this lovely community, but somewhat sad that it doesn't seem to get updated very often. So I thought I'd break the habits of a lifetime, and, instead of just lurking about in the background reading what everyone else has written, post something myself.
I don't write much in the way of fanfiction (I always feel strangely guilty taking liberties with other people's characters), though I love reading it. I do however have the rather entertaining and no doubt somewhat strange hobby of rewriting songs, usually on dandyish or Oscar-orientated themes.
So, here: have two little ditties. The first was written at Christmas to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" (I feel I ought to put some sort of disclaimer about there being no irreverence intended, or something - neither to the song's original subject and certainly not to its new one), and is entitled "God Rest Ye Merry Dandies (Oscar Our Saviour)"; the second was written a few weeks later, vaguely to the tune of Queen's "Killer Queen" and - forgive me, I couldn't resist! - is affectionately titled "He's A Dear Old Queen". Enjoy....

God rest ye merry dandies
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Oscar our Saviour
Was born one October's day
And exerted all his power
To lead us all astray
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.

In Ireland, in Dublin
This blessed babe was born
And laid within a small crib
Upon that blessed morn
Which his mother Speranza
Did nothing take in scorn
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.

Now aesthetes of the modern age
Rejoice much in mind
And leave their duties behind
Through tempest, storm and wind
They go to the library straightaway
The words of Oscar to find
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.

And when they come to read the story
Of Mr. Dorian Gray
They find in it some secret
And rules they no more obey;
But dandies, aesthetes, kneeling down
Unto Oscar do pray
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.

Now to Oscar sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and dandyism
Each other now embrace
This holy name of Wilde
All other doth deface
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.

God rest ye merry dandies
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Oscar our Saviour
Was born one October's day
And exerted all his power
To lead us all astray
Good tidings to you, my dear boys
To you, my dear boys
Good tidings to you, my dear boys.




He keeps hock and seltzer
In a pretty cabinet
"Victoria sponge cake," he calls
And lights another cigarette
A born aphorist
And slightly socialist
At anytime his conversation
You can't decline.

Absinthe and cigarettes
Well-versed in etiquette
And every other vice.

He's a dear old queen
Witty but never obscene
With a passion for nicotine
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime.

A little too much in love with vice
Insatiable an appetite
He's a dear old queen.

Getting into complications
But always flawless in dress
In conversations
There's nothing he could not express
Tried to be finer
Than his collection of blue china
I don't know, have I mentioned
He was slightly that way inclined?

Perfume came naturally from Floris
For rules he couldn't care less
Well-versed in every vice.

He's a dear old queen
Witty but never obscene
With a passion for nicotine
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime.

A velvet hat, breeches to the knees
A look worth looking at
Purple velvet jacket, green carnation
For this is the gay 'nineties
Drives the boys absolutely wild - Wilde
Never fails to charm you.

He's a dear old queen
Witty but never obscene
With a passion for nicotine
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime.

A little too much in love with vice
Insatiable an appetite
He's a dear old queen....

I have more of these, I warn you, quite a few more. If you think you can stand it, I shall post them here.
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