The Poems of St. George Tucker of Williamsburg, Virginia 1752-1827 | ||
The Virginia Patriot's Invitation to His Customers
Come all who love a savory dish,
Here's codfish, cheese, and liver!
There's no such liver, cheese, or fish,
South of Potomac river.
Here's codfish, cheese, and liver!
There's no such liver, cheese, or fish,
South of Potomac river.
'Tis wholesome food for every day,
And for a feast on Sunday,
It is superior every way,
To New York salmagundi.
And for a feast on Sunday,
It is superior every way,
To New York salmagundi.
Whoever tastes this wholesome dish,
Shall strait grow wondrous wise;
For, like the gall of Tobit's fish,
It opens blindmen's eyes.
Shall strait grow wondrous wise;
For, like the gall of Tobit's fish,
It opens blindmen's eyes.
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Some Yankee cheese, as story tells,
Killed all the Havana rats;
Our dish, that famous cheese excells,
Destroying Democrats.
Killed all the Havana rats;
Our dish, that famous cheese excells,
Destroying Democrats.
All ye who now refuse to store
Yourselves with such a hoard,
Nor codfish, cheese, nor Livermore,
Shall ever grace your board.
Yourselves with such a hoard,
Nor codfish, cheese, nor Livermore,
Shall ever grace your board.
Apr., 1810
The Poems of St. George Tucker of Williamsburg, Virginia 1752-1827 | ||