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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AN ENGLISH PRESENT TO THE FRENCH NAVY.—
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AN ENGLISH PRESENT TO THE FRENCH NAVY.—
A Song.
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N. B. The Ten Plagues of Egypt were, as follows:
- 1. The Waters turn'd to Blood
- 2. Frogs
- 3. Dust turn'd to Lice
- 4. Swarms of Flies
- 5. Murrain of Beasts
- 6. Boils and Blains
- 7. Hail
- 8. Locusts
- 9. Darkness
- 10. Their First-born slain.
When Nelson the brave, and his conquerless host,
Follow'd France's proud Bullies to Africa's coast;
Being led a long dance of two thousand long mile,
They reach'd Egypt's strand at the mouth of the Nile.
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
Follow'd France's proud Bullies to Africa's coast;
Being led a long dance of two thousand long mile,
They reach'd Egypt's strand at the mouth of the Nile.
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
Where at anchor the Fleet of the French lying snug,
And a safe, as they thought, as a Bug in a Rug;
They receiv'd from our Tars a concise complimentum,
Which announc'd, “Egypt's Plagues they were come to present 'em.”
Derry Down, &c
And a safe, as they thought, as a Bug in a Rug;
They receiv'd from our Tars a concise complimentum,
Which announc'd, “Egypt's Plagues they were come to present 'em.”
Derry Down, &c
So to work they soon went, like old Moses and Aaron,
With such tools as the Sans-Culottes were not aware on:
For the First Plague our Tars soon produc'd on the Flood,
By their quickly converting “The Waters to Blood.”
Derry Down, &c.
With such tools as the Sans-Culottes were not aware on:
For the First Plague our Tars soon produc'd on the Flood,
By their quickly converting “The Waters to Blood.”
Derry Down, &c.
But to treat them with Frogs had been futile and vague,
As such Vermin to them had been Prog but no Plague;
Nor the foul pest of Lice had they need to revive,
As with those they by swarms were all crawling alive!
Derry Down, &c.
As such Vermin to them had been Prog but no Plague;
Nor the foul pest of Lice had they need to revive,
As with those they by swarms were all crawling alive!
Derry Down, &c.
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And thus leaping over Two Plagues out of Three,
The next prov'd as needless as needless could be;
For Flies stead of Pests had augmented their clan,
As Frenchmen are Butterflies all to a man.
Derry Down, &c.
The next prov'd as needless as needless could be;
For Flies stead of Pests had augmented their clan,
As Frenchmen are Butterflies all to a man.
Derry Down, &c.
As for Murrain of Beasts, may a Murrain take all,
Who such Cattle as Frenchmen would spare, great or small;
But that Plague they defy'd—be the cause not forgotten,
Living Carrion alike, Man and Beast were all rotten.
Derry Down, &c.
Who such Cattle as Frenchmen would spare, great or small;
But that Plague they defy'd—be the cause not forgotten,
Living Carrion alike, Man and Beast were all rotten.
Derry Down, &c.
Boils and Blains too, of course, were a Pest they defy'd,
Being pepper'd already, back, belly, and side;
'Till our shot, thick as Hail, like the Hail Storm of old,
From Death's frigid hand made their carcases cold.
Derry Down, &c.
Being pepper'd already, back, belly, and side;
'Till our shot, thick as Hail, like the Hail Storm of old,
From Death's frigid hand made their carcases cold.
Derry Down, &c.
But for Locusts, we surely with safety may say,
That Frenchmen from them could have felt no dismay,
As, “Like will to Like,” witness Flies, Lice, and Frogs,
And “Dogs, though they're starving, will never eat Dogs.”
Derry Down, &c.
That Frenchmen from them could have felt no dismay,
As, “Like will to Like,” witness Flies, Lice, and Frogs,
And “Dogs, though they're starving, will never eat Dogs.”
Derry Down, &c.
But Darkness, 'tis true, they with trembling endur'd,
While our cannon, with smoke, the horizon obscur'd,
Nor can One of the crew hope to 'scape endless night,
When their foul Deeds of Darkness are all brought to Light!
Derry Down, &c.
While our cannon, with smoke, the horizon obscur'd,
Nor can One of the crew hope to 'scape endless night,
When their foul Deeds of Darkness are all brought to Light!
Derry Down, &c.
Yet 'twere wrong that their First-born alone should be Slain,
Since they all take descent from the loins of Old Cain;
And of this be assur'd, that in Light or in Dark,
Ev'ry Frenchman still bears his Great Ancestor's Mark!
Derry Down, &c.
Since they all take descent from the loins of Old Cain;
And of this be assur'd, that in Light or in Dark,
Ev'ry Frenchman still bears his Great Ancestor's Mark!
Derry Down, &c.
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Then to Nelson a Bumper of Red, “Three Times Three,”
And may Frenchmen by shoals glut the Nile and Red Sea;
While Britannia's red Flag he displays at his prow,
And the Ten Plagues of Egypt seize him that says—No!
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
And may Frenchmen by shoals glut the Nile and Red Sea;
While Britannia's red Flag he displays at his prow,
And the Ten Plagues of Egypt seize him that says—No!
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
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