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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Tommy Strawyard's Dance at the Wakes.
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Tommy Strawyard's Dance at the Wakes.
Come, lasses and lads, take leave of your dads,
And, away to the wakes let's hie;
For every lad has gotten his lass,
And a fiddler standing by;
For, Jenny has gotten her Jack,
And Nancy has gotten her Joe,
With Dolly and Tommy, good lack,
How they jig it to and fro'.
And, away to the wakes let's hie;
For every lad has gotten his lass,
And a fiddler standing by;
For, Jenny has gotten her Jack,
And Nancy has gotten her Joe,
With Dolly and Tommy, good lack,
How they jig it to and fro'.
(Chorus to every verse).
Ritum, raddledum, raddledum—ritum, raddledum, ri,Ritum, raddledum, raddledum—ritum, raddledum, ri.
My heart gain' ribs ga' thumps,
When I went to th'wake or fair,
Wi' a pair of new soal'd pumps,
To dance when I got there;
I'd ride grey nag I swore,
And were mounted like a king,
Cousin Dicky walk'd on a'fore,
Driving a pig tied wi' a string.
When I went to th'wake or fair,
Wi' a pair of new soal'd pumps,
To dance when I got there;
I'd ride grey nag I swore,
And were mounted like a king,
Cousin Dicky walk'd on a'fore,
Driving a pig tied wi' a string.
Pally Simpson, too, was there,
Wi' “Neighbour, how do you do?”
There were all the world at the fair,
And drunk 'till they were fou';
'Twas neither height! nor gee!
For, soon as I sold my cow,
The fiddler shog'd his knee,
And I danc'd my pumps clean through.
Wi' “Neighbour, how do you do?”
There were all the world at the fair,
And drunk 'till they were fou';
'Twas neither height! nor gee!
For, soon as I sold my cow,
The fiddler shog'd his knee,
And I danc'd my pumps clean through.
You're out, says Dick—you lie, says Nick,
The fiddler plays it false,
And so says Hugh, and so says Suc,
And so says nimble Alce;
The fiddler did agree,
To right us, in a crack,
Belly to belly to belly, says he,
And then dance back to back.
The fiddler plays it false,
And so says Hugh, and so says Suc,
And so says nimble Alce;
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To right us, in a crack,
Belly to belly to belly, says he,
And then dance back to back.
Thus after an hour, they tript to a bower,
To play for ale and cakes,
And kisses too, until they were due,
The maidens held the stakes;
The women then began,
To quarrel with the men,
And bad them take their kisses back,
And gi' 'em their own again.
To play for ale and cakes,
And kisses too, until they were due,
The maidens held the stakes;
The women then began,
To quarrel with the men,
And bad them take their kisses back,
And gi' 'em their own again.
Thus they sat, until it wer' late,
And they tir'd the fiddler quite,
Wi' singing and playing, without any paying,
From morning until it were night:
They told the fiddler then,
They'd pay him for his play,
And each gave twopence,
And they tir'd the fiddler quite,
Wi' singing and playing, without any paying,
From morning until it were night:
They told the fiddler then,
They'd pay him for his play,
And each gave twopence,
(Speaking)
(Ey, they gave twopence a piece)
And then they hopp'd away.
Come, Dolly, says I, now homeward hie,
Astd I'll go wi' thee a mile,
She twinkled her eyes wi' a sigh,
As I handed her over the style;
Then I cuddled and kiss'd her face,
Were I much to blame?
Had you been in my place,
Astd I'll go wi' thee a mile,
She twinkled her eyes wi' a sigh,
As I handed her over the style;
Then I cuddled and kiss'd her face,
Were I much to blame?
Had you been in my place,
(Speaking).
(I don't mean you, I mean that sly-looking fellow in the corner).
Ecod, you'd ha' done the same.
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