Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW FACE. |
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AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW FACE.
Since novelty never offends,
And the world teems with comical cases,
My subject shall turn on “Old Friends”
Who often appears with new faces;
And first, to ennoble my stave,
With your worships I'll make a beginning,
You come here with faces so grave—
But, ecod! we soon set you a-grinning.
And the world teems with comical cases,
My subject shall turn on “Old Friends”
Who often appears with new faces;
And first, to ennoble my stave,
With your worships I'll make a beginning,
You come here with faces so grave—
But, ecod! we soon set you a-grinning.
An Attorney's an old friend at law,
And what smiles on his countenance play,
When he tells you your purse-strings to draw,
Your certain of gaining the day;
But should you be foil'd in your case,
As nineteen times in twenty you will,
Your old friend puts on a new face
In the shape of a dev'lish long bill.
And what smiles on his countenance play,
When he tells you your purse-strings to draw,
Your certain of gaining the day;
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As nineteen times in twenty you will,
Your old friend puts on a new face
In the shape of a dev'lish long bill.
I married, my fortune to mend,
For my wife she had goldfinches' store,
And she was a very old friend,
For faith she was nearly fourscore;
My friends they all pitied my case,
But they were a parcel of ninnies—
My old friend had a charming new face
On each of her shining new guineas.
For my wife she had goldfinches' store,
And she was a very old friend,
For faith she was nearly fourscore;
My friends they all pitied my case,
But they were a parcel of ninnies—
My old friend had a charming new face
On each of her shining new guineas.
The bold British tar next suppose,
Who to battle like thunder will fly on,
The foe his old friend always knows
By his face looking grim as a lion;
But the foe sinking, crying for grace,
See how honest Jack will behave him,
To the lamb's quickly changing his face,
Plunges into the ocean to save him.
Who to battle like thunder will fly on,
The foe his old friend always knows
By his face looking grim as a lion;
But the foe sinking, crying for grace,
See how honest Jack will behave him,
To the lamb's quickly changing his face,
Plunges into the ocean to save him.
May old friends their attachment ne'er cease,
New faces with candour present ye;
And since war has changed faces with peace,
May want wear the new face of plenty;
That friend may we never embrace
Who to cozen you only is civil;
Should his heart places change with his face,
You'd mistake your old friend for the devil.
New faces with candour present ye;
And since war has changed faces with peace,
May want wear the new face of plenty;
That friend may we never embrace
Who to cozen you only is civil;
Should his heart places change with his face,
You'd mistake your old friend for the devil.
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