Scripscrapologia or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c. [by John Collins] |
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THE AUTHOR's BRUSH THROUGH LIFE,
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THE AUTHOR's BRUSH THROUGH LIFE,
A Song.
Since in Cradle I rock'd or in Go-Cart I ran,
Through Life I've enjoy'd ev'ry Inch of my Span,
And my last Barley-corn I'll employ, if I can,
To make future Time still the Pastime of Man:
And, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
To brush the Cares of Life away!
Through Life I've enjoy'd ev'ry Inch of my Span,
And my last Barley-corn I'll employ, if I can,
To make future Time still the Pastime of Man:
And, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
To brush the Cares of Life away!
When a Stripling, Correction could ne'er put a Stop,
To my jigging with the Girls at a blind Fidler's Hop;
Though I got by frequenting the capering Shop
Knock'd about like a Ninepin, and lirrupp'd like a Top;
Yet, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I brush'd the Cares of Life away!
To my jigging with the Girls at a blind Fidler's Hop;
Though I got by frequenting the capering Shop
Knock'd about like a Ninepin, and lirrupp'd like a Top;
Yet, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I brush'd the Cares of Life away!
But what soon put an End to the Dance that I led,
As with Food for the Mind I'd but scantily been fed;
While hopping and capering, it popp'd in my Head,
That by slighting my Book, I might hop short of Bread;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
The Cares of Life might cross my Way!
As with Food for the Mind I'd but scantily been fed;
While hopping and capering, it popp'd in my Head,
That by slighting my Book, I might hop short of Bread;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
The Cares of Life might cross my Way!
And on hearing my Friends, when at Fools they inveigh'd,
Say, that no Terms with Fortune, that coy jilting Jade;
Could, without a good Share of Assurance, be made,
I resolv'd to set up, with a good Stock in Trade;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
To brush the Cares of Life away!
Say, that no Terms with Fortune, that coy jilting Jade;
Could, without a good Share of Assurance, be made,
I resolv'd to set up, with a good Stock in Trade;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
To brush the Cares of Life away!
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So I chose a merry Heart when I single'd out a Wife,
As I wish'd to live and laugh all the Days of my Life;
And to shun those Edg'd Tools, call'd Contention and Strife,
Which are sure to cut Love ten Times worse than a Knife.
Thus, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I brush'd the Cares of Life away!
As I wish'd to live and laugh all the Days of my Life;
And to shun those Edg'd Tools, call'd Contention and Strife,
Which are sure to cut Love ten Times worse than a Knife.
Thus, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I brush'd the Cares of Life away!
For, thanks to my Stars, I found one to my Mind,
With whose Help I can puff all my Sorrows to the Wind,
And I ne'er use a Spy-glass her Failings to find,
For if I wink at her Faults, to mine she is blind;
Thus, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I've brush'd the Cares of Life away!
With whose Help I can puff all my Sorrows to the Wind,
And I ne'er use a Spy-glass her Failings to find,
For if I wink at her Faults, to mine she is blind;
Thus, through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
I've brush'd the Cares of Life away!
And with not much to spend, or to save, or to spare,
Yet when Age and Infirmities fall to my Share;
Though hobbling on Crutches or pinn'd to my Chair,
Twill go hard but I'll kick up the Crutches of Care;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
Still keep the dismal Drone at Bay!
Yet when Age and Infirmities fall to my Share;
Though hobbling on Crutches or pinn'd to my Chair,
Twill go hard but I'll kick up the Crutches of Care;
And through the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
Still keep the dismal Drone at Bay!
If my Fire burns low why should that baulk my Mirth
While my Embers are warm and my Friends round my Hearth,
And I know, when my Post I must quit here on Earth,
About Six Foot below I shall find a snug Birth;
Where all the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
And all our Cares are brush'd away!
While my Embers are warm and my Friends round my Hearth,
And I know, when my Post I must quit here on Earth,
About Six Foot below I shall find a snug Birth;
Where all the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
And all our Cares are brush'd away!
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And, as honest Jack Rattling, the Sailor, says oft,—
At the Great Board above if we never have scoff'd,
And our Hearts are but sound, if our Sconces are soft,
We may hope, from below, to get pip'd up aloft;
Where all the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
And all our Cares are brush'd away!
At the Great Board above if we never have scoff'd,
And our Hearts are but sound, if our Sconces are soft,
We may hope, from below, to get pip'd up aloft;
Where all the Rounds and Ups and Downs of each revolving Day,
And all our Cares are brush'd away!
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