Collection of comic songs Written, Compil'd, Etch'd, and Engrav'd, by J. Robertson; and sung by him at the theatres Nottingham, Derby, Stamford, Halifax, Chesterfield, and Redford |
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Love and Pudding, a Burlesque.
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Love and Pudding, a Burlesque.
OH, love's the subject of my song:
My small guts fret and fry;
Tho' love of pudding may be wrong,
Don't say it's all my eye:
Well mix'd with flour, with plumbs, with spice,
The dish fell on the floor;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
My small guts fret and fry;
Tho' love of pudding may be wrong,
Don't say it's all my eye:
Well mix'd with flour, with plumbs, with spice,
The dish fell on the floor;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
In love I am with nice cheese-cake,
That treats with all that's good in;
Or sugar roll, when crisply bak'd,
Or else a hunting pudding:
To bake it well, I too the dish,
But tumbled on the floor:
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
That treats with all that's good in;
Or sugar roll, when crisply bak'd,
Or else a hunting pudding:
To bake it well, I too the dish,
But tumbled on the floor:
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
Beneath dark shelves, with looks so fly,
I thought to end my woes;
I'th pantry crept to view pork pye,
With joy I snuff'd my nose:
The cat mew'd loud, the cook in came,
Then bang'd me on the floor;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
I thought to end my woes;
I'th pantry crept to view pork pye,
With joy I snuff'd my nose:
The cat mew'd loud, the cook in came,
Then bang'd me on the floor;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
Oh, had I but a slice of ham,
Zounds, how I'd munch and chew;
Ducks, geefe, young pork, a leg of lamb,
Or cow-tails made in stew;
With such nice bits I'd wag my chops,
Till they could wag no more;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
Zounds, how I'd munch and chew;
Ducks, geefe, young pork, a leg of lamb,
Or cow-tails made in stew;
With such nice bits I'd wag my chops,
Till they could wag no more;
Ah, Gramachree! pudding for me,
My stomach's very sore!
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