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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Natty boots and neat spurs, leather breeches, cravat,
Gee up! as we pelt through the dust or the rain;
Some likely to fall, spur their horse, like a flat,
Leave the bridle alone, and hold fast by the mane:
Then he's back'd in ditch—the women all shrieking,
Whilst crouds upon crouds against each other drive;
Fifes, trumpets, and drums, and nut-merchants squeaking,
Like wind and tide meeting, each contrary strive.
Gee up! as we pelt through the dust or the rain;
Some likely to fall, spur their horse, like a flat,
Leave the bridle alone, and hold fast by the mane:
Then he's back'd in ditch—the women all shrieking,
Whilst crouds upon crouds against each other drive;
Fifes, trumpets, and drums, and nut-merchants squeaking,
Like wind and tide meeting, each contrary strive.
(Speaking).
Do, my dear papa, drive a little faster, or we shall certainly lose
the first heat—Heat! ay, you're always in a heat, I think, says parson
Swallow-pudding.—I say, no but look, maister, at that long thin feller,
with black coat and small buckled wig.—Hip, holloo! who set you on
horseback, maister, and didn't tye your legs?—Who are you talking to, sir?
do you know we lawyers are men of consequence?—God bless your honor,
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