The Ingoldsby Lyrics | ||
A Parody.
My Lord P—loquitur—
My cab is at the door,
Thou must raise the wind for me—
But ere you go, Tom Moore,
Here's a snug douceur for thee!
Thou must raise the wind for me—
But ere you go, Tom Moore,
Here's a snug douceur for thee!
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Here's a bond for those who'll lend me,
And a bill at six months' date—
And I'll sign whate'er you send me,—
Get the cash at any rate!
And a bill at six months' date—
And I'll sign whate'er you send me,—
Get the cash at any rate!
Though boring duns surround me,
They still must trust me on;
Till you the cash have found me,
“Call again” to every one!
They still must trust me on;
Till you the cash have found me,
“Call again” to every one!
Each knock I know full well,
And my fainting spirits sink
When they pull the area bell,
So be off and fetch the “chink!”
And my fainting spirits sink
When they pull the area bell,
So be off and fetch the “chink!”
Mind and bring me back by one,
Of thousands half a score,—
Hark! there's another dun;—
Adieu! adieu! Tom Moore!
Of thousands half a score,—
Hark! there's another dun;—
Adieu! adieu! Tom Moore!
The Ingoldsby Lyrics | ||