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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A coxcomb's head is chaff, like mouldy crust, won't bake, sir,
Too puffy he's by half, and therefore call'd a cake, sir;
While, the miser, lackaday's! a gripe-cake, you may trust, sir,
And, the best that you can say, he's but a mouldy crust, sir.
Too puffy he's by half, and therefore call'd a cake, sir;
While, the miser, lackaday's! a gripe-cake, you may trust, sir,
And, the best that you can say, he's but a mouldy crust, sir.
(Speaking).
I met a miser the other day—“Harkee, fellow,” says he, “Are
your cakes made of the best flour?” Oh, yes, upon my honor, sir, says I.
“D---n your honor,” says he. “When I was in trade I had no honor.”
Egad, he had me there; however, I advis'd him, to—
But if honor is the stake, it's all my eye and Peggy Martin.
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