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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What subject shall I prove? must it satire be, or love?
Why, satire best will stand the test,
All my eye is modern love, sir.
Why, satire best will stand the test,
All my eye is modern love, sir.
(Speaking).
Love puts me in mind of honesty, for it is much talk'd of, and
little understood—An Englishman in love, amuses himself with the blue
devils, and an Irishman with black-strap; a Dutchman in love, is as cold
as a confectioner's ice-house, and a Spaniard as hot as a grill'd devil; a poet
in love, rhymes away his soul, a musician fiddles away his soul, a lawyer
pleads away his soul, and a love-sick doctor physics away his soul.—By the
bye, a doctor must be sick indeed, to take his own physic.—In love there is
nothing better to prescribe than—
Pudding &c.
| A collection of comic songs | |