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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Life's like racecourse betting, we all wish to win,
But accept this advice, ye who sit down to play,
He must have good luck, to be sure, that throws in,
The best throws o'th the dice is to throw them away:
Now, the race being over, away hurries miss,
Oh, dear, says mama, I've let my wig fall!
And I, says Miss Prue, have spoil'd my pelisse!
Let us now go and dress for the play and the ball.
But accept this advice, ye who sit down to play,
He must have good luck, to be sure, that throws in,
The best throws o'th the dice is to throw them away:
Now, the race being over, away hurries miss,
Oh, dear, says mama, I've let my wig fall!
And I, says Miss Prue, have spoil'd my pelisse!
Let us now go and dress for the play and the ball.
(Speaking).
I say, Tom, that's a d---d fine wench.—Mem, if you are not
engag'd, I hope for the honor of your hand.—Oh, dear, sir!—Did you
ever see such a fright as that woman? and look at that man with his false
calves turn'd before.—only look, mama, at that impudent creature—I dare say
she han't sixteen, and yet she is ogling and leering at every fellow she meets.
Oh, fye for shame! fye for shame! what will this world come to?—Come,
come, sister, don't you forget when I found you behind the parlour door
with the captain.—Pshaw! brother, accidents will happen sometimes.
Pray, ma'am, what dance shall we call for? Why, call for
My song at an end, your hands give a smack;
I hope you won't censure a poor silly elf,
(Speaking).
(If you do, I might as well)
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