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 prude, you know's, a dry-cake, neither bitter, sour, nor sweet,
A coquet we'll call a sly-cake, that none wou'd wish to eat;
A soldier is a rum-cake, who frightens well our foe, sir,
And, pretty miss, a plumb-cake, a bride-cake we all know, sir.
A coquet we'll call a sly-cake, that none wou'd wish to eat;
A soldier is a rum-cake, who frightens well our foe, sir,
And, pretty miss, a plumb-cake, a bride-cake we all know, sir.
(Speaking).
Few females, I fancy, but what are fond of a bride-cake; though
they all declare, “O dear! don't talk to me about husbands;—I hate the
nasty men!—I'm resolv'd I'll never be married!”—'Till somebody asks you,
says I.—That's right, miss, take my advice, and—
If you say you hate the men, it's all my eye and Peggy Martin.
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