Comic songs. Collection the first (-thirteenth). |
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... LONDON : PRINTED FOR THOMAS HUDSON , 6 , Museum Street , Bloomsbury ; To be had of SIMKIN and MARSHALL , Stationers ' Court ; ONWHYN , Catherine Street , Strand ; TIERNAY , corner of Russell Court ; and all respectable Booksellers ...
... LONDON : PRINTED FOR THOMAS HUDSON , 6 , Museum Street , Bloomsbury ; To be had of SIMKIN and MARSHALL , Stationers ' Court ; ONWHYN , Catherine Street , Strand ; TIERNAY , corner of Russell Court ; and all respectable Booksellers ...
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... tidy ; She kick'd and sprawl'd , and down she lay , And as she died she seem'd to say , Molrow , you should'nt molrow , you should'nt , You should'nt buy tripe on a Friday . THE GOLDEN STONES OF LONDON . TUNE- " Behold poor [ 8 ]
... tidy ; She kick'd and sprawl'd , and down she lay , And as she died she seem'd to say , Molrow , you should'nt molrow , you should'nt , You should'nt buy tripe on a Friday . THE GOLDEN STONES OF LONDON . TUNE- " Behold poor [ 8 ]
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Thomas Hudson (grocer.) THE GOLDEN STONES OF LONDON . TUNE- " Behold poor Will , just come from drill . " AT home , where I was born and bred ,. By feyther I was told , sirs , That London streets , where folk did tread , Was paved with ...
Thomas Hudson (grocer.) THE GOLDEN STONES OF LONDON . TUNE- " Behold poor Will , just come from drill . " AT home , where I was born and bred ,. By feyther I was told , sirs , That London streets , where folk did tread , Was paved with ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... AT STATIONERS ' HALL . LONDON : PRINTED BY WALTON AND MITCHELL , WARDOUR STREET , OXFORD STREET , FOR T. HUDSON , 6 , MUSEUM STREET , BLOOMSBURY . EIAN 11 DEC 1959 LIC COMIC SONG S. THE PETTICOAT 1820 . COMIC SONGS . BY ...
... AT STATIONERS ' HALL . LONDON : PRINTED BY WALTON AND MITCHELL , WARDOUR STREET , OXFORD STREET , FOR T. HUDSON , 6 , MUSEUM STREET , BLOOMSBURY . EIAN 11 DEC 1959 LIC COMIC SONG S. THE PETTICOAT 1820 . COMIC SONGS . BY ...
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20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - A blazing star seen in the west, By six or seven men at least. Two trumpets she does sound at once, But both of clean contrary tones; But whether both with the same wind, Or one before, and one behind, We know not; only this can tell, The one sounds vilely, th' other well; And therefore vulgar authors name Th' one Good, the other Evil, Fame.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - I couldn't wait, For no tidings could I gain of you, Jack Robinson. And somebody one day came to me, and said, That somebody else had somewhere read, In some newspaper as how you was dead ; " "I've not been dead at all
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some rhyme, a neebor's name to lash ; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash ; I rhyme for fun.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... I'm much mistaken, Eat for breakfast a pound of bacon. But now our Toms and Jerrys gay, sir, See larks by nights and not by day, sir ; Get in rows, and have long parleys, And, to save their bacon, floor the charleys. Sing hey, sing ho, &c. When this very place, now covered over, Was a field of...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Laertes' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - When she fell in love with a dogs' meat man. Every morning he went by Whether the weather was wet or dry, And right opposite to her door did stan' And cry " dogs' meat !" this dogs
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll soon go to pot, my dear j For my shirt, at your clack, Would stick close Jo my back, But the devil a shirt have I got, my dear. Like a cat, my watch I'm keeping, love, For no bed have I got to sleep in, love ; So honey, look down, And smile me a frown, From your one eye, so beautiful, peeping, love. Old time, like the gutter, does run, my dear, So prythee mock modesty shun, my dear ; Have me, I'll have you, And though still we'll be two. All Kilkenny will take us for one, my dear. THE WONDERFUL...