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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| BURLESQUE SONG.
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BURLESQUE SONG.
Betty Stumps's Ghost.
'Twas at the hour when most mens' eyes in slumber close,
In bounc'd Betty Stumps's ghost, and tweak'd John Oftler's nose!
In bounc'd Betty Stumps's ghost, (crying, ‘Waw!’) and pull'd him by the nose!
In bounc'd Betty Stumps's ghost, and tweak'd John Oftler's nose!
In bounc'd Betty Stumps's ghost, (crying, ‘Waw!’) and pull'd him by the nose!
For, John prov'd her disgrace, which fill'd her mind with rage,
Like a parsnip, pale, her face, which once blush'd like a red cabbage;
Like a parsnip, pale, her face, (poor dear creature!) she blush'd like a red cabbage.
Like a parsnip, pale, her face, which once blush'd like a red cabbage;
Like a parsnip, pale, her face, (poor dear creature!) she blush'd like a red cabbage.
‘Awake,’ she cries, 'Thy faith thou hast broke, thy disregarded oath;
‘And give me back my mutton pies, and give me back my broth!’
‘And give me back my mutton pies, and give me back my broth!’
‘How cou'd you say my ruby lips with purl and Hollands vies?’
‘And, how cou'd I, sad silly fool, believe your cursed lies?’
‘And, how cou'd I, sad silly fool, believe your cursed lies?’
John wak'd with horrid fright! and blew his nose quite sore!
‘If you're Betty Stumps's sprite, I'll ne'er beguile you more;
‘If you're Betty Stumps's sprite, (‘I am, you wicked rogue! baw!’)’ Oh, lord, ‘how loud you roar!’
‘If you're Betty Stumps's sprite, I'll ne'er beguile you more;
‘If you're Betty Stumps's sprite, (‘I am, you wicked rogue! baw!’)’ Oh, lord, ‘how loud you roar!’
Then, cover'd close his head, pretending loud to snore;
She pull'd him out of bed, and bump'd him on the floor;
She pull'd him out of bed, and bruis'd his numpkin sore!
She pull'd him out of bed, and bump'd him on the floor;
She pull'd him out of bed, and bruis'd his numpkin sore!
‘It is well know I was a maid, when first by you I was betray'd;
‘I am a ghost! and come for yow; you baulk'd me once; but I'll have you now!’
‘I am a ghost! and come for yow; you baulk'd me once; but I'll have you now!’
Though John felt strange alarms, he, the ghost, kick'd on the bum;
Betty Stumps fell in his arms; so he found the ghost a hum;
And you'll find ghosts all my eye, if you kick 'em on the bum.
Betty Stumps fell in his arms; so he found the ghost a hum;
And you'll find ghosts all my eye, if you kick 'em on the bum.
Moral.
To conclude this pretty song, this moral keep in mind,To do right, you'll do no wrong, nor delude poor woman kind;
For you know it's very wrong (Now, isn't it, Tommy Brown, in the corner? with your arm round that young woman in the red cloak. You know it's very wrong,) to delude poor woman kind.
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