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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Moses in a Passion.
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Moses in a Passion.
Since the world is so old, and the times are so new,
And every thing talk'd of except what is true;
Of Moses, the jew, my tale I'll disclose,
Who, a comical snuffle had got with his nose.
And every thing talk'd of except what is true;
Of Moses, the jew, my tale I'll disclose,
Who, a comical snuffle had got with his nose.
(Chorus to every verse).
To drown melancholy, and laugh at each folly,Mankind this grand object will still have in view.
One day, after change, to an inn straight he went,
His appetite keen, and to eat his intent;
Moses struts round the room—no prince was e'er greater,
And, snuffling, cries, come here, you rascal, you waiter.
(Imitating a person who has lost the palate of his mouth).
His appetite keen, and to eat his intent;
Moses struts round the room—no prince was e'er greater,
And, snuffling, cries, come here, you rascal, you waiter.
Tom enters the room—What have you got to eat?
“Our larder affords the best of good meat.”
Oh!—go—very well—Here! don't you mistake,
Go to the cook, and order me a pok'd eak.
“Our larder affords the best of good meat.”
Oh!—go—very well—Here! don't you mistake,
Go to the cook, and order me a pok'd eak.
And, e'er he the napkin had tuck'd under chin,
With dish, piping hot, the landlord came in;
Slaps it down by his plate with gluttonous leer,
Moses starts up, and cries, why, what the devil have you brought me here?
With dish, piping hot, the landlord came in;
Slaps it down by his plate with gluttonous leer,
Moses starts up, and cries, why, what the devil have you brought me here?
“The article order'd—you said a pork steak,”
You rascal, you lie—I said a pok'd eak;
“Ay, ay,—very well, I have made no mistake,”
You rascal, you lie—I said a pok'd eak.
You rascal, you lie—I said a pok'd eak;
“Ay, ay,—very well, I have made no mistake,”
You rascal, you lie—I said a pok'd eak.
The water, he laugh'd to see Mosey vex'd,
Who, to explain what he meant, was sadly perplex'd;
Here, waiter, come here, you stupid dog you,
Pray, what do you call that thing that cries, cock-a-doodle do?
Who, to explain what he meant, was sadly perplex'd;
Here, waiter, come here, you stupid dog you,
Pray, what do you call that thing that cries, cock-a-doodle do?
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“A crowing cock, sir, says Tom, who fights for his life,”
Oh, a cock, is it? and what do you call a cock's wife?
“A cock's wife, sir, you'll find, by most folks call'd a hen,”
And, pray, what do you call it before it's a hen?
Oh, a cock, is it? and what do you call a cock's wife?
“A cock's wife, sir, you'll find, by most folks call'd a hen,”
And, pray, what do you call it before it's a hen?
“A chicken,” says Tom, vex'd with questions, “a chicken,”
And what do you call it before it's a chicken?
“An egg, sir,” says Tom, with a scrape of his leg,
Why, then, you stupid dog, all I wanted of you is a porch'd egg.
And what do you call it before it's a chicken?
“An egg, sir,” says Tom, with a scrape of his leg,
Why, then, you stupid dog, all I wanted of you is a porch'd egg.
The story thus ended, to you I turn next,
Which in doing, like Moses, I feel much perplex'd;
Though the tale is mere nonsense, don't be in a passion,
For, nonsense, you know, is the pink of the fashion.
Which in doing, like Moses, I feel much perplex'd;
Though the tale is mere nonsense, don't be in a passion,
For, nonsense, you know, is the pink of the fashion.
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