DASH MY VIG!

TUNE." Derry Down."

(Written for and [not] Sung by Mr. Tokely, in "Teasing made Easy.")

ADOO and farewel to this wile smoky town,
Vere not nothing but rioting never goes down;
In a little small cottage, that's not werry big,
I'll live all the rest of my life-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

I fell deep in love with a ravishing maid,
And she was a straw bonnet builder by trade;
Her name it vas Mary Ann Dorothy Twig,
But she used me shamefully bad-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

At half arter eight every night I did meet her,
And then at half-price to the play I did treat her ;
Sometimes too ve vent quite full drest to a jig,
And valtz'd till the morning ve did-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

I ax'd her to marry-she scornfully said,

She wonder'd how such a thought com'd in my head ; For a journeyman grocer she loved, Mr. Figg,

And he was the man she should ved-Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.

She married the grocer, and soon I could see,
She cock'd up her nose half a yard above me;
And her husband himself behaved just like a pig,
For he told me to valk myself off-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

I'd a good mind to challenge him, pistols I'd got,
But I did not at all like the thoughts of a shot;
I couldn't say nothing, my heart was so big,
So I syth'd, and then I valk'd avay-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

Your poets and authors they say love is blind,
And 'tis true, sure and certain, and that I did find,
Or it never could be she could chuse such a prig,
Instead of a young man like me-Dash my vig!
Tol de rol, &c.

Adoo and farwell, I retires to the glades,

Of forests and woods, and their sweet wernal shades;
Where in my own garden I'll plant and I'll dig,
And I von't come to Lunnon no more- -Dash

Tol de rol, &c.

my vig!

JOHN THOMAS AND PEGGY PERKINS.

JOHN Thomas was a footman in a genteel fam-i-ly, Peggy Perkins was the cook-maid, and she'd got but

one eye;

B

John Thomas was a dapper man, as any you should

see,

And this here Peggy Perkins-vy she fell'd in love with he.

Yoddle, foddle, twaddle diddle,
Twiddle doddle, day.

John Thomas so accomplish'd, had of chatting got the knack,

That any lady, if he chose, he could please in a crack; Peggy Perkins took his taste so much, and she thought him so fit,

That she used now and then to treat him with a nice tit-bit.

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

Now she as I observ'd before, of one eye was quite blind,

And the image of John Thomas was stamp'd on her heart and mind;

i

John Thomas he observing that her one eye was but

small,

He stopt it up with kisses and she could not see at all. Yoddle, foddle, &c.

It happen'd that the family left London for a week, And John Thomas had an op-por-tu-ni-ty soft things to speak

He talk'd of wedding rings, and marriage too and love and honour,

At last with his sweet sugar'd words he got the better on her

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

Poor Peggy Perkins sigh'd and cried, and said she was undone,

At which John Thomas he did laugh, and said it was but fun;

Says he, my love, dry up your tears, you fool, you should'nt cry,

For as I mean to marry you, what does it sig-ni-fy? Yoddle, foddle, &c.

So Peggy Perkins wiped her eyes, and then she blow'd her nose,

He kiss'd and made her comfortable-so the story

goes;

The family return'd to town, and they not thinking

harms,

The mistress caught them both in bed-lock'd in each others arms.

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

They made John Thomas dress himself, and shew'd him to the door,

And then they call'd poor Peggy Perkins nothing but

a goer;

And then they ax'd her what she'd got in her defence

to say

When she replied that she was sure in the fam-i-ly

way.

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

In course of time poor Peggy Perkins got amazing

round,

Laid in-and then John Thomas he was sued for forty

pound!

But as he'd not got forty pence the forty pound to pay, He run'd into the country near forty mile away.

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

MORAL.

Now all young men and women too, who this here story hears,

Don't talk to one another about sweets, and loves, and

dears;

But to yourselves do keep yourselves, at proper distant

spaces,

And then you'll keep your characters, your wirtues, and your places.

Yoddle, foddle, &c.

DID

LOVE IN A HAYBAND.

SUNG BY THE LATE MR. EMERY.

TUNE. "Legacy."

you ever hear one Richard Short's history? If you did'nt I'll tell it you now;

All over our parts it was thought quite a mystery,
He was a young man that follow'd the plough.
But he got tired of that kind of life did,

Was hired as hostler at sign of the Crown,
Fell in love with the maid, want her for a wife did,
'Twas very well known to all folk in our town!