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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If a lord loves a gamesters life, is it absurd
To copy his foible as matter of mirth?
When a gamester takes up the life of a lord,
What signifies title, sir? what are you worth?
When the Newmarket squad to the races go down,
They get news before the mail coaches come in;
By confederates and telegraphs station'd in town,
Plates, matches, and sweepstakes, who lose and who win.
To copy his foible as matter of mirth?
When a gamester takes up the life of a lord,
What signifies title, sir? what are you worth?
When the Newmarket squad to the races go down,
They get news before the mail coaches come in;
By confederates and telegraphs station'd in town,
Plates, matches, and sweepstakes, who lose and who win.
(Speaking).
Off we set, by Jupiter, and for the first half mile you might have
cover'd us with a petticoat—We were neck to neck for two miles, as hard
as we cou'd lay leg to ground—I felt for him—found I had the foot—knew
my bottom—so I lay in the nick, under the wind—snug—whilst the other
jockey was digging and lapping—right and left—I left go—darted by him
like an arrow—took 'em all in—grip'd the gamblers—broke the blacklegs—I'm
the boy!—Never kill'd but one man, one woman, and one child in my
life—That's your sort! singing
| A collection of comic songs | |