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THE CREDITOR TO HIS PROUD DEBTOR.
Ha tott'ring Johnny strut and boast,
But think of what your feathers cost;
Your crowing days are short at most,
You bloom but soon to fade.
Surely you could not stand so wide,
If strictly to the bottom tried;
The wind would blow your plume aside,
If half your debts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack,
With the Sheriff at your back,
Huzza for dandy Jack,
My jolly fop, my Jo—
But think of what your feathers cost;
Your crowing days are short at most,
You bloom but soon to fade.
Surely you could not stand so wide,
If strictly to the bottom tried;
The wind would blow your plume aside,
If half your debts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack,
With the Sheriff at your back,
Huzza for dandy Jack,
My jolly fop, my Jo—
The blue smoke from your segar flies,
Offensive to my nose and eyes,
The most of people would be wise,
Your presence to evade.
Your pockets jingle loud with cash,
And thus you cut a foppish dash,
But alas! dear boy, you would be trash,
If your accounts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack, &c.
Offensive to my nose and eyes,
The most of people would be wise,
Your presence to evade.
Your pockets jingle loud with cash,
And thus you cut a foppish dash,
But alas! dear boy, you would be trash,
If your accounts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack, &c.
My duck bill boots would look as bright,
Had you in justice served me right,
Like you, I then could step as light,
Before a flaunting maid.
As nicely could I clear my throat,
And to my tights, my eyes devote,
But I'd leave you bear, without coat,
For which you have not paid.
Then boast and bear the crack, &c.
Had you in justice served me right,
Like you, I then could step as light,
Before a flaunting maid.
As nicely could I clear my throat,
And to my tights, my eyes devote,
But I'd leave you bear, without coat,
For which you have not paid.
Then boast and bear the crack, &c.
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I'd toss myself with a scornful air,
And to a poor man pay no care,
I could rock cross-legged in my chair,
Within the cloister shade.
I'd gird my neck with a light cravat,
And creaming wear my bell-crown hat;
But away my down would fly at that,
If once my debts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack,
With the Sheriff at your back,
Huzza for dandy Jack,
My jolly fop, my Jo—
And to a poor man pay no care,
I could rock cross-legged in my chair,
Within the cloister shade.
I'd gird my neck with a light cravat,
And creaming wear my bell-crown hat;
But away my down would fly at that,
If once my debts were paid.
Then boast and bear the crack,
With the Sheriff at your back,
Huzza for dandy Jack,
My jolly fop, my Jo—
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