The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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A Song against Musick.
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A Song against Musick.
Musick
's a Crotchet the Sober think Vain;
The Fiddle's a Wooden Projection;
Tunes are but flirts of a Whimsical Brain,
Which the Bottle brings best to Perfection.
Musicians are Half Witted, Merry and Mad;
The same are all those that admire 'em;
They're Fools if they Play, unless they're well Paid;
And the others are Blockheads to Hire-'em.
The Fiddle's a Wooden Projection;
Tunes are but flirts of a Whimsical Brain,
Which the Bottle brings best to Perfection.
Musicians are Half Witted, Merry and Mad;
The same are all those that admire 'em;
They're Fools if they Play, unless they're well Paid;
And the others are Blockheads to Hire-'em.
Chorus.
The Organ's but HummingTheorbo but Thrumming,
The Viol and Voice
Is but Jingle and Noise.
The Bagpipe and Fiddle,
Goes Twedle and Diddle,
The Hoit-boy and Flute
Is but Toot a Toot Toot;
Your Scales and your Cliffs, Keys, Moods, and dull Rules,
Are fit to please none but Madmen and Fools.
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