Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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THE TELEGRAPH.
Of the freaks of the genius of whim,
The Telegraph's now all the rage;
Don't think of invention, this limb
Was born in this blundering age;
'Twere singing too much out of tune;
Believe me, our grandfathers' had 'em,
They're as old as the man in the moon,
And the devil first shew'd one to Adam.
Tol, lol, &c.
The Telegraph's now all the rage;
Don't think of invention, this limb
Was born in this blundering age;
'Twere singing too much out of tune;
Believe me, our grandfathers' had 'em,
They're as old as the man in the moon,
And the devil first shew'd one to Adam.
Tol, lol, &c.
What was Eve but a telegraph, pray,
Whom Nick found the way how to work,
And shew'd gaffer Adam that way,
We all know, the trick of a Turk?
And who by a telegraph goes,
Not oftener wins than he loses;
For he who the strings must dispose,
Can pull right or wrong as he chooses.
Tol, lol, &c.
Whom Nick found the way how to work,
And shew'd gaffer Adam that way,
We all know, the trick of a Turk?
And who by a telegraph goes,
Not oftener wins than he loses;
For he who the strings must dispose,
Can pull right or wrong as he chooses.
Tol, lol, &c.
“The telegraph tidings conveys;
And,” says Henpeck, “must have 'on my life,
(Since for miles you can see what it says)
A tongue just as long as my wife;”
Then modern fine orators too,
Like the Telegraph stuck on Whitehall,
Let 'em speechify till they grow blue,
In the end they say nothing at all.”
Tol, lol, &c.
And,” says Henpeck, “must have 'on my life,
(Since for miles you can see what it says)
A tongue just as long as my wife;”
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Like the Telegraph stuck on Whitehall,
Let 'em speechify till they grow blue,
In the end they say nothing at all.”
Tol, lol, &c.
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