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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Paddy Bull's Visit to Cousin John Bull.
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Paddy Bull's Visit to Cousin John Bull.
I'll be after telling you, hear me or not,—
How your dear Paddy Bull a full fortnight was gone,
On a visit to London, to see cousin John.
(Speaking).
To be sure, I did!—Being tired of turf-digging, I wanted to better
my fortune; and who the devil can a man make free with, if he can't
with his own relations?—and sing,
For cousin Bull's family all are run mad;
Arrah! mad, did I say? but I mean no offence,
Though I ne'er was so bother'd with people of sense.
(Speaking)
There's your physicians and lawyers are men of sense—bad luck
to the law! for it always puts me in mind of a rainy day, nobody wishes
to be in it—and sing,
On the fifth day of May, in the year 95;
Next day I walk'd forth with my best garments on,
Clean powder'd and shav'd, not to shame cousin John.
(Speaking).
To be sure I didn't cut a pretty figure!—If my aunt the justice,
or my uncle the bishop had but seen me!—Arrah, be easy, now Paddy!
you know you never had a bishop belonging to the family.—Well, if he
wasn't bishop, he was parish clerk, and that's the same thing, you know.
And if you had heard him sing,
Began for to kick me about in the street;
“Take that, you spalpeen, for powdering your head,
“And so raising the price of our dumplings and bread.”
(Speaking).
Arroo! what the devil are you at? says I—by de powers of
Moll Thelly, if you do that again, I'll sing,
Determin'd from kicks my sweet person to save;
But, another mad set, 'cause my hair was so brown,
For a democrat d---d me, and then knock'd me down.
(Speaking).
And there I lay, sure enough, as stiff as a poker.—“Arrah! Paddy,
says they, “are you dead?”—No, my jewel, says I, I'm not dead, but
I'm speechless—Then, I sung,
Was to powder one side, and leave t'other without;
I then with both parties shou'd surely prevail,
So I left my front brown, and powder'd my tail.
(Speaking).
And, here it is, my jewels—now, only look at it—For every
body knows there is no pleasing the ladies without this.—And sing,
But I boldly reply'd, I'm an irishman, honey;
Then they thump'd me on all sides, before and behind,
My brown side and white, 'till I wish'd 'em all blind.
(Speaking)
By my soul, I was forc'd to take it all in good part—for what the
devil cou'd I do? for I had lost my shelaley, and I had nothing in my
hand but my fist—but I knock'd two in the gutter—There, says I, there is
washing and lodging for you, and sing,
And I soon left the country and all their queer jokes;
And now am resolv'd, and so is my wife,
To be a brave Irishman all my whole life.
(Speaking).
Ay, and return back to Dublin immediately, for fear I shou'd
end my life here; for that same thing call'd a gallows, is a disease very fatal
to our family; for there is about a dozen gone that way already.—If you
had heard them sing,
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