A 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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Drink, doctors say, will hurt your health,
Though oft' they take a sup by stealth—
And Justice says 'twill hurt your wealth—
For this they get their fees, sir:
The Quaker, too, don't drink, he'll say,
Tho' by himself he'll suck away,
And sanctified cries yea and nay,
As muz'd as you see me, sir.
Though oft' they take a sup by stealth—
And Justice says 'twill hurt your wealth—
For this they get their fees, sir:
The Quaker, too, don't drink, he'll say,
Tho' by himself he'll suck away,
And sanctified cries yea and nay,
As muz'd as you see me, sir.
(Speaking).
I'll tell you what—I said one of the best things, last week, I ever
said in my life—it was a bon mot, or jew de sprit, or a rapartee, I don't
know which.—I'll tell you—I was in high spirits—so I stole a dog from a
blind man—for I loves fun—so then the blind man cried for his dog, and
that made me laugh—so says I to the blind man, hip, master, do you want
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Tipsey, dizzy, &c.
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