Songs, comic and satyrical By George Alexander Stevens. A new edition, Corrected |
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TOLL, DE ROLL, LOLL. |
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TOLL, DE ROLL, LOLL.
When the Deity's word
Throughout Chaos was heard,
And in order up rose this vast ball;
Land, Sea, and Sky rung
With Creation's glad song,
It was then a fine—Toll, de roll, loll.
Throughout Chaos was heard,
And in order up rose this vast ball;
Land, Sea, and Sky rung
With Creation's glad song,
It was then a fine—Toll, de roll, loll.
Inconstant mankind
Could not keep in one mind,
But into foul parties must fall;
'Gainst Religion and State
Rais'd a pother and prate,
And made a sad—Toll, de roll, loll.
Could not keep in one mind,
But into foul parties must fall;
'Gainst Religion and State
Rais'd a pother and prate,
And made a sad—Toll, de roll, loll.
On this sea-circled land,
By great Nature's command,
Freedom stopp'd at Integrity's call;
England's Genius appear'd,
In full chorus was heard,
Lov'd Liberty's song—Loll de roll.
By great Nature's command,
Freedom stopp'd at Integrity's call;
England's Genius appear'd,
In full chorus was heard,
Lov'd Liberty's song—Loll de roll.
On each distant shore
We have sung it encore,
And are ready, my lads, One and All,
To sound the same strain,
Tho' I think France and Spain
Have enough of our—Loll, de roll,
We have sung it encore,
And are ready, my lads, One and All,
To sound the same strain,
Tho' I think France and Spain
Have enough of our—Loll, de roll,
All the noise that our foes
Took such pains to compose,
Not a Heart of Oak's Ear could appal;
But the Dons and Mounseers
Were struck dumb with three cheers,
They're the English Tarr's Toll de roll, loll.
Took such pains to compose,
Not a Heart of Oak's Ear could appal;
But the Dons and Mounseers
Were struck dumb with three cheers,
They're the English Tarr's Toll de roll, loll.
At the place Mindon nam'd,
By the British Foot fam'd,
How glorious those days to recall:
The French folks advancing,
Were stopp'd in their dancing,
And tumbled about—Loll de roll.
By the British Foot fam'd,
How glorious those days to recall:
The French folks advancing,
Were stopp'd in their dancing,
And tumbled about—Loll de roll.
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For this thing, or that,
Toll de roll, comes in pat,
'Tis a Chorus I'll always extol;
'Tis suppos'd, not express'd,
'Twas what each one likes best,
Then here's to the best—Toll de roll, loll, &c.
Toll de roll, comes in pat,
'Tis a Chorus I'll always extol;
'Tis suppos'd, not express'd,
'Twas what each one likes best,
Then here's to the best—Toll de roll, loll, &c.
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