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 BADGER COMPLETELY DONE OVER,
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THE BADGER COMPLETELY DONE OVER,
AN EXTEMPORARY DASH OF THE PEN, In the Year 1801.
When through the rich fields, tother day, as I pass'd,
Beholding the full swelling Grain,
And feasting my fancy, that plenty at last
Would hail us with Peace in her train;
Beholding the full swelling Grain,
And feasting my fancy, that plenty at last
Would hail us with Peace in her train;
A lank pallid wretch, with a skance evil eye,
Came scowling along the foot path;
And though lately quite fat, was so thin, by the by,
That he look'd like a mere walking lath!
Came scowling along the foot path;
And though lately quite fat, was so thin, by the by,
That he look'd like a mere walking lath!
And, what was more grievous, by sickness pull'd down,
Through his skin I beheld his bare bones;
While what made Me smile, He beheld with a frown,
As the cause of my thanks and his groans!
Through his skin I beheld his bare bones;
While what made Me smile, He beheld with a frown,
As the cause of my thanks and his groans!
For, a strange thing to tell, I found out that the Elf
Always fatten'd when others got lean;
And when others grew fat then he got lean himself,
And pin'd with spite, rancour, and spleen!
Always fatten'd when others got lean;
And when others grew fat then he got lean himself,
And pin'd with spite, rancour, and spleen!
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For experience has prov'd in the days of distress,
That even the Mealman and Cadger,
To him when compar'd, might their innocence bless,
And thank God they were Saints—to a Badger!
That even the Mealman and Cadger,
To him when compar'd, might their innocence bless,
And thank God they were Saints—to a Badger!
A Badger? quoth I, why he looks very sick!
Very true, says a friend, for, last Spring,
He got the green Sickness, when Grass grew so thick,
And the Hay harvest made his heart wring!
Very true, says a friend, for, last Spring,
He got the green Sickness, when Grass grew so thick,
And the Hay harvest made his heart wring!
But now, as a Quaker turns sick at a Fop,
And a Quaker, in turn, makes a Fop sick,
His foul stomach turns at this plentiful Crop,
And, thank God—he's incurably Crop-sick!
And a Quaker, in turn, makes a Fop sick,
His foul stomach turns at this plentiful Crop,
And, thank God—he's incurably Crop-sick!
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