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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THE JEW IN GRAIN:
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THE JEW IN GRAIN:
OR THE DOCTRINE OF AN ISRAELITE!
I once was but a Pedlar, and my shop was in my pox,
So sure as I'm a Smoush, and my name is Mordecai;
And I cheated all the world, in spite of whipping-post or stocks,
For I never sticks for trifles when dere's monies in de way;
I had good gold rings of copper gilt, and so I got my bread,
With sealing wax of brick-dust, and pencils without lead,
So sure as I'm a Smoush, and my name is Mordecai;
And I cheated all the world, in spite of whipping-post or stocks,
For I never sticks for trifles when dere's monies in de way;
I had good gold rings of copper gilt, and so I got my bread,
With sealing wax of brick-dust, and pencils without lead,
In my pickpack, nicknack, shimcrack,—ticktack, tinklum tee,
And de shining chink to clink is de moosick still for me.
And de shining chink to clink is de moosick still for me.
To make up goods the cheaper, some people steal the stuff,
And by selling of good bargains they never want for trade
But I cou'd always find the way to sell them cheap enough,
As you know 'tis quite as easy for to steal them ready made:
And though I'm not a Christians, I should think it very great sin,
When a stranger comes across me, if I would not take him in.
And by selling of good bargains they never want for trade
But I cou'd always find the way to sell them cheap enough,
As you know 'tis quite as easy for to steal them ready made:
And though I'm not a Christians, I should think it very great sin,
When a stranger comes across me, if I would not take him in.
With my pickpack, &c.
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Or suppose I do the business of a doctor or a priest,
And in want of my assistances a poor man sent for me,
As in doing of my duty I would mind myself at least,
If I spy a good fat piece of pork and he could give no fee;
He may think I would refuse it, bless my soul he is mistaken,
I cou'd sell it, if not eat it, so that would not save his bacon.
And in want of my assistances a poor man sent for me,
As in doing of my duty I would mind myself at least,
If I spy a good fat piece of pork and he could give no fee;
He may think I would refuse it, bless my soul he is mistaken,
I cou'd sell it, if not eat it, so that would not save his bacon.
With my pickpack, &c.
Or if I was a judge or a justice of the peace,
Whenever prosecutors brings a thief before the bench,
If they swear upon the book till they all was black in the face,
Let the prisoner use good arguments, a fig for evidence;
But if the rogue was pennyless, my work I wou'd go through,
As my conscience wou'd not let me rob the gallows of it's due.
Whenever prosecutors brings a thief before the bench,
If they swear upon the book till they all was black in the face,
Let the prisoner use good arguments, a fig for evidence;
But if the rogue was pennyless, my work I wou'd go through,
As my conscience wou'd not let me rob the gallows of it's due.
With my pickpack, &c.
Or suppose I was in Parliament, the scheme I wou'd propose,
So sure as I'm a Smoush and my name is Mordecai,
Wou'd be like the little ploughboy, “To sell my ayes and noes,”
For I never sticks for trifles when there's monies in the way;
And before I wou'd stand out, where there's plenty of the pelf,
If the devil was the purchaser, py Cog I'd sell myshelf,
So sure as I'm a Smoush and my name is Mordecai,
Wou'd be like the little ploughboy, “To sell my ayes and noes,”
For I never sticks for trifles when there's monies in the way;
And before I wou'd stand out, where there's plenty of the pelf,
If the devil was the purchaser, py Cog I'd sell myshelf,
With my pickpack, nicknack, shimcrack,—ticktack, tinklum tee,
And de shining clink to chink, is de moosick still for me.
And de shining clink to chink, is de moosick still for me.
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