Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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WOODEN LEGGED PHILOSOPHY. |
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WOODEN LEGGED PHILOSOPHY.
What matters it tho' I am short of a leg?
Its place is supplied by a sound wooden peg;
I'm content when reflecting the plummet of lead
Which took off that limb, might have taken my head.
So I sing and I whistle as limping I go—
Ups and downs in this world we must all of us know!
Its place is supplied by a sound wooden peg;
I'm content when reflecting the plummet of lead
Which took off that limb, might have taken my head.
So I sing and I whistle as limping I go—
Ups and downs in this world we must all of us know!
A stout wooden leg's no disgrace in these days,
When so many wise heads have such strange wooden ways;
And wooden possessions in question who calls
When England's best bulwark's her old wooden walls?
So I sing and I whistle as limping I go,
Ups and downs in this world we must all of us know.
When so many wise heads have such strange wooden ways;
And wooden possessions in question who calls
When England's best bulwark's her old wooden walls?
So I sing and I whistle as limping I go,
Ups and downs in this world we must all of us know.
Your high-season'd glutton, when rack'd by the gout,
Who roars like old Belzebub grip'd with sour crout,
With envious eye views my sound wooden prop,
And would give me to change half the shoes in his shop.
So I sing, &c.
Who roars like old Belzebub grip'd with sour crout,
With envious eye views my sound wooden prop,
And would give me to change half the shoes in his shop.
So I sing, &c.
“Some are propp'd by a pun, some are propp'd by a puff;
Some by law and by physic, props rotten enough;
Some catch at all props; some make propping a joke,
But mine's an old English prop sound “heart of oak;”
So I sing, &c.
Some by law and by physic, props rotten enough;
Some catch at all props; some make propping a joke,
But mine's an old English prop sound “heart of oak;”
So I sing, &c.
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