 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
LIFE IN LONDON.
Oh, in London there's fun done, so gayly and daily,
There 's no one to blow one, you know, with a grace;
For treating, and eating, and smoking, and joking,
And drinking, and pinking, O London 's the place.
There 's no one to blow one, you know, with a grace;
For treating, and eating, and smoking, and joking,
And drinking, and pinking, O London 's the place.
Such dancing and prancing, and milling and billing,
They scare away care away, are they not blest?
Such rambling and gambling, of sinners and winners,
Beginners make skinners as sharp as the best.
Oh, in London there 's fun done, &c.
They scare away care away, are they not blest?
Such rambling and gambling, of sinners and winners,
Beginners make skinners as sharp as the best.
Oh, in London there 's fun done, &c.
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In London, if undone, by fun done, and run down,
By bailiffs and califfs, with pitiless rage;
A debtor can better (by shunning their dunning,
With cunning or running) escape from the cage.
Oh, in London there 's fun done, &c.
By bailiffs and califfs, with pitiless rage;
A debtor can better (by shunning their dunning,
With cunning or running) escape from the cage.
Oh, in London there 's fun done, &c.
Such jarring and sparring, with Charlies no parleys,
But mill away, kill away, as you 've been taught;
While squaring and swearing, the fancy we can see,
Delighting in fighting, for that is your sort.
Oh, in London, there 's fun done, &c.
But mill away, kill away, as you 've been taught;
While squaring and swearing, the fancy we can see,
Delighting in fighting, for that is your sort.
Oh, in London, there 's fun done, &c.
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