Scripscrapologia or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c. [by John Collins] |
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DIFFERENT WAYS OF DRIVING, A Song. |
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DIFFERENT WAYS OF DRIVING, A Song.
Since here we are met in a jovial Throng,
To beguile old Time as he jogs along,
Let us sing while we drive dull Care before us,
A Song quite new to the good old Chorus,
Of Ding Dong, Dash along, High gee ho!
To beguile old Time as he jogs along,
Let us sing while we drive dull Care before us,
A Song quite new to the good old Chorus,
Of Ding Dong, Dash along, High gee ho!
Over Life's high Road while we post away,
As Time and Tide will for no Man stay,
If we'd reach the Spot where we wish to arrive,
It must all depend on the Way we drive,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
As Time and Tide will for no Man stay,
If we'd reach the Spot where we wish to arrive,
It must all depend on the Way we drive,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
The Hand of Industry will never fail,
As the Proverb tells us, to drive the Nail,
But ere we can boast we have rightly sped,
We must hit the right Nail upon the Head,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
As the Proverb tells us, to drive the Nail,
But ere we can boast we have rightly sped,
We must hit the right Nail upon the Head,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
The grave School Master, who learning spreads,
And would drive it into his Pupils' Heads,
Lays on with his Birch when in that he fails,
As if bent upon driving it into their Tails,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
And would drive it into his Pupils' Heads,
Lays on with his Birch when in that he fails,
As if bent upon driving it into their Tails,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Soon grown a Pack of conceited Elves,
Through Life we quarter the Road ourselves,
And perhaps when all we have learn'd at School,
Is to drive the Trade of a Knave or a Fool,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Through Life we quarter the Road ourselves,
And perhaps when all we have learn'd at School,
Is to drive the Trade of a Knave or a Fool,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
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Some drive it away through thin and thick,
'Till Fortune plays them an Old Jade's Trick,
For whenever she takes it in her Head,
The Gipsey will neither be drove nor led,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
'Till Fortune plays them an Old Jade's Trick,
For whenever she takes it in her Head,
The Gipsey will neither be drove nor led,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Yet some at a Bargain by which to thrive,
Like a Dog at a Bull will run full drive,
And up or down, on the Steep or the Level,
Set a Beggar o'Horseback he'll drive to the Devil!
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Like a Dog at a Bull will run full drive,
And up or down, on the Steep or the Level,
Set a Beggar o'Horseback he'll drive to the Devil!
With a Ding Dong, &c.
When to shun a Gaol or to 'scape a Snap,
A poor Dog's driven into Wedlock's Trap,
While against the Collar he pulls and strives,
Ah, says he, “Needs must when the Devil drives,”
With a Ding Dong, &c.
A poor Dog's driven into Wedlock's Trap,
While against the Collar he pulls and strives,
Ah, says he, “Needs must when the Devil drives,”
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Sometimes a Filly, that is Blood to the Bone,
Shall be coupled, and for Life, to a Lifeless Drone,
And we sometimes see such an odd match'd Pair,
That the stoutest Horse is an old grey Mare,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Shall be coupled, and for Life, to a Lifeless Drone,
And we sometimes see such an odd match'd Pair,
That the stoutest Horse is an old grey Mare,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
At a Swing of a Size the Spendthrift runs,
And he'll tell ye he knows how to drive the Duns,
But the melting Cash in his Purse will burn,
'Till the Duns at last drive him in their Turn,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
And he'll tell ye he knows how to drive the Duns,
But the melting Cash in his Purse will burn,
'Till the Duns at last drive him in their Turn,
With a Ding Dong, &c.
Yet we all for the Lead and the Whip Hand strive,
While over the Course of Life we drive,
'Till the last Push over the Turf is past,
And under the Turf we are bundled at last;
With a Ding Dong, Dash along, High gee ho!
While over the Course of Life we drive,
'Till the last Push over the Turf is past,
And under the Turf we are bundled at last;
With a Ding Dong, Dash along, High gee ho!
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