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SILENUS AND CUPID.
Cupid sent on a message one evening by Venus,
As ill luck wou'd have it, was met by Silenus;
The big belly'd Sot ask'd the Urchin to play,
And the silly lad gam'd all Love's weapons away.
Derry down, &c.
As ill luck wou'd have it, was met by Silenus;
The big belly'd Sot ask'd the Urchin to play,
And the silly lad gam'd all Love's weapons away.
Derry down, &c.
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His Bow from the Bubble, the old Gambler drew,
And into a crutch-headed Stick turn'd the Yew:
The String was tough Catgut, Si. swore it was well,
A strong line he wanted, to ring his Bar Bell.
And into a crutch-headed Stick turn'd the Yew:
The String was tough Catgut, Si. swore it was well,
A strong line he wanted, to ring his Bar Bell.
Love's Arrows were Cane, he divided the joints,
Pipe-stoppers the ends made, and Pick-teeth the points.
The Feathers to brush down his tables were clever;
And to a Tobacco-pouch turn'd the boy's Quiver.
Pipe-stoppers the ends made, and Pick-teeth the points.
The Feathers to brush down his tables were clever;
And to a Tobacco-pouch turn'd the boy's Quiver.
For pipe lighting Matches he chose Billet-deux,
And away, at each puff, went a Sonneteer's Vows.
His Tinder was drawn from the brains of the Jealous,
And long-bottled Sighs he preserv'd for his Bellows.
And away, at each puff, went a Sonneteer's Vows.
His Tinder was drawn from the brains of the Jealous,
And long-bottled Sighs he preserv'd for his Bellows.
Hermes took the lad home, told the story to Venus,
She dash'd down her tea-cup, and flew to Silenus:
Then threaten'd her Captain shou'd kick the old Clown,
But he laugh'd, and he smoak'd, and he sung Derry down.
She dash'd down her tea-cup, and flew to Silenus:
Then threaten'd her Captain shou'd kick the old Clown,
But he laugh'd, and he smoak'd, and he sung Derry down.
She squeez'd his hard-hand, and his filthy beard stroak'd,
Nay kiss'd him, tho' with his tobacco fumes choak'd:
Then begg'd the boy's Arms, but Si. swore with a frown,
He'd be damn'd if he gave them for her Derry down.
Nay kiss'd him, tho' with his tobacco fumes choak'd:
Then begg'd the boy's Arms, but Si. swore with a frown,
He'd be damn'd if he gave them for her Derry down.
She wipt her doves back, vastly piqued you may guess,
In Synod celestial demanded Redress;
Jove laugh'd at the jest, and he vow'd, by his Crown,
When Spouse rail'd hereafter he'd sing,—Derry down.
In Synod celestial demanded Redress;
Jove laugh'd at the jest, and he vow'd, by his Crown,
When Spouse rail'd hereafter he'd sing,—Derry down.
MORAL.
Ye Husbands, too fond, who are Feminine-fool'd,
And tamely, by Petticoat Government rul'd,
Resist your Wives Railings, their shrill trebles drown,
By smoaking, and singing of,—Down, derry down.
Derry down, &c.
And tamely, by Petticoat Government rul'd,
Resist your Wives Railings, their shrill trebles drown,
By smoaking, and singing of,—Down, derry down.
Derry down, &c.
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