Comic songs. Collection the first (-thirteenth). |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
28 ÆäÀÌÁö
... short minute , O ! It really gives to life a zest , Tho ' there's nothing lasting in it , O ! A lover's life is never gay ; Love's his greatest evil , O ! In spite of all the poets say , Love - love's the devil , O ! The gay lord Bounce ...
... short minute , O ! It really gives to life a zest , Tho ' there's nothing lasting in it , O ! A lover's life is never gay ; Love's his greatest evil , O ! In spite of all the poets say , Love - love's the devil , O ! The gay lord Bounce ...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö
... SHORT farewell to smoke and noise , We're off to taste sweet Margate's joys , The Steam Boats wait - you'll be too late , If you don't make haste to th ' Tower Stairs : See the sun sheds forth its light , There's not a single cloud in ...
... SHORT farewell to smoke and noise , We're off to taste sweet Margate's joys , The Steam Boats wait - you'll be too late , If you don't make haste to th ' Tower Stairs : See the sun sheds forth its light , There's not a single cloud in ...
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... short time take Mr. Death's spell off , To look from their graves , they'd be struck with amaze ! There's nought but improvement in every direction , As every man candidly can but allow ; And I think I can prove , free from all ...
... short time take Mr. Death's spell off , To look from their graves , they'd be struck with amaze ! There's nought but improvement in every direction , As every man candidly can but allow ; And I think I can prove , free from all ...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö
... short there's a tax on the devil knows what , And as sure as a gun we must all go to pot . We're all of us tax'd from the head to the toes , The tax upon snuff is a tax on the nose ; And here , sirs , I beg you'll not think that I joke ...
... short there's a tax on the devil knows what , And as sure as a gun we must all go to pot . We're all of us tax'd from the head to the toes , The tax upon snuff is a tax on the nose ; And here , sirs , I beg you'll not think that I joke ...
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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...