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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COALITION;
OR, THE GREAT BEAR AND THE CUB.
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An ORIGINAL Song, but not a NEW One,
As it was written when two great political Opponents became, all on a Sudden, Coadjutors and united Brethren in the ministerial Department. And which now makes its Appearance in this Collection, with no invidious Thought of venting our Spleen at the Expence of any particular Party or Individual, but merely to gratify a few classical Friends at Oxford, who wish to be possess'd of a Copy of it, as it was universally applauded in that learned Seminary in the Year 1784, where it was then first publicly sung, and its Effect is still well remember'd by all who were, at that Time, Ear and Eye Witnesses to its Time serving Effect.
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N. B.—The Singer has two Candles placed on a Table before him, which he blows Out, and In again, at Pleasure.
As the Sun rules by Day, and the Moon rules by Night,
From whence comes diurnal and nocturnal Light,
So if one in the Way of the other but trips,
He that plays “Least in Sight,” is pronounc'd in Eclipse.
Derry Down Down Down Derry Down.
From whence comes diurnal and nocturnal Light,
So if one in the Way of the other but trips,
He that plays “Least in Sight,” is pronounc'd in Eclipse.
Derry Down Down Down Derry Down.
But our Rulers of State are of quite diff'rent Kind,
As THEY shine or wax dim, not by Motion, but Wind;
Mere Candles, in fact, which I'll prove beyond Doubt,
For a Puff blows them in, or a Breath puffs them out.
Derry Down, &c.
As THEY shine or wax dim, not by Motion, but Wind;
Mere Candles, in fact, which I'll prove beyond Doubt,
For a Puff blows them in, or a Breath puffs them out.
Derry Down, &c.
Two Courtiers, who long, like two Linkboys, in Spite,
Had puff'd and blow'd hard to quench each other's Light,
As they'd feign be thought Stars, why like Stars to a Tittle,
We'll pronounce one the Great Bear, and t'other the Little.
Derry Down, &c.
Had puff'd and blow'd hard to quench each other's Light,
As they'd feign be thought Stars, why like Stars to a Tittle,
We'll pronounce one the Great Bear, and t'other the Little.
Derry Down, &c.
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The Great Bear had long like a huge Comet blaz'd,
And with such a long Train that all Eyes were amaz'd!
But while puff'd up with Pride, he defy'd ev'ry Rub,
He at last was puff'd out,—by the Breath of the Cub.
Derry Down, &c.
(Here he blows out one Candle and points to the other.)
And with such a long Train that all Eyes were amaz'd!
But while puff'd up with Pride, he defy'd ev'ry Rub,
He at last was puff'd out,—by the Breath of the Cub.
Derry Down, &c.
Ursa minor thus made Ursa major give Way,
And a new Constellation at Court took the Sway,
Till a Change unforeseen turn'd the Tables once more,
And the Cub was puff'd out, as the Bear was before.
Derry Down, &c.
(Here he blows out the other Candle.)
And a new Constellation at Court took the Sway,
Till a Change unforeseen turn'd the Tables once more,
And the Cub was puff'd out, as the Bear was before.
Derry Down, &c.
Both Parties now finding Contention in Vain,
Quoth the Great Bear, “Let Int'rest make one of us twain;
“Coalition our Relumination secures,
“So if you'll blow in my Candle, I'll blow in Your's.”
Derry Down, &c.
Quoth the Great Bear, “Let Int'rest make one of us twain;
“Coalition our Relumination secures,
“So if you'll blow in my Candle, I'll blow in Your's.”
Derry Down, &c.
“A Match,” quoth the Cub, “and I hold it no Sin,
“As we both are puff'd out, to puff each other in;
“So here goes, my dear Lord, (blows in One)
there you see I can do it.”
“And so can I too, Charles,—Sit Lux, (blows in the other)
et Lux fuit.”
Derry Down, &c.
“As we both are puff'd out, to puff each other in;
“So here goes, my dear Lord, (blows in One)
there you see I can do it.”
“And so can I too, Charles,—Sit Lux, (blows in the other)
et Lux fuit.”
Derry Down, &c.
Now shining like Twin Stars call'd Pollux and Castor,
Blow high or blow low they defied all Disaster;
When a Blast from the East, which their Skill could not weather,
Like two Farthing Rushlights, (blows out both)
puff'd out both together.
Derry Down, &c.
Blow high or blow low they defied all Disaster;
When a Blast from the East, which their Skill could not weather,
Like two Farthing Rushlights, (blows out both)
puff'd out both together.
Derry Down, &c.
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Now extinguish'd they lie, like Make Weights in a Till,
In Hopes they'll once more the State Candlesticks fill;
And there's no Doubt, if Politics take a new Train,
But one royal Puff may blow both in again.
Derry Down, &c.
In Hopes they'll once more the State Candlesticks fill;
And there's no Doubt, if Politics take a new Train,
But one royal Puff may blow both in again.
Derry Down, &c.
Though 'tis whisper'd that some Folks have blown out each Spark,
Because Pit-work, they say, is oft done in the Dark,
So they've pufft out the Candles and muzzl'd the Bears,
The better to grope their Way “Up the back Stairs!”
Derry Down, &c.
Because Pit-work, they say, is oft done in the Dark,
So they've pufft out the Candles and muzzl'd the Bears,
The better to grope their Way “Up the back Stairs!”
Derry Down, &c.
Now if any that Way into Favour have stole,
And but blown out the Candles to finger the Coal;
It is fear'd, by the Steps they may take in their Turn,
That we shan't have a Coal nor a Candle to burn!
Derry Down, &c.
The Author, now addressing his Audience, says,
And but blown out the Candles to finger the Coal;
It is fear'd, by the Steps they may take in their Turn,
That we shan't have a Coal nor a Candle to burn!
Derry Down, &c.
As for Me, I'm a Taper that's just brought to light,
Though no Taper in Size,—but fat Candles burn bright;
And if kept in by You, to the last Inch I'll blaze,
Then stuck on a Save-all, expire in your Praise!
Derry Down Down Down Derry Down.
Though no Taper in Size,—but fat Candles burn bright;
And if kept in by You, to the last Inch I'll blaze,
Then stuck on a Save-all, expire in your Praise!
Derry Down Down Down Derry Down.
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