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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PADDY BULL's EXPEDITION.— A Song. |
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PADDY BULL's EXPEDITION.— A Song.
When I took my Departure from Dublin's sweet Town,
And for England's own Self through the Seas I did plow,
For four long Days I was toss'd up and down,
Like a Quid of chew'd Hay in the Throat of a Cow;
While afraid off the Deck in the Ocean to slip, Sir,
I clung like a Cat, a fast Hold for to keep, Sir,
Round about the big Post that grows out of the Ship, Sir
O, I never thought more to sing, Llangolee!
And for England's own Self through the Seas I did plow,
For four long Days I was toss'd up and down,
Like a Quid of chew'd Hay in the Throat of a Cow;
While afraid off the Deck in the Ocean to slip, Sir,
I clung like a Cat, a fast Hold for to keep, Sir,
Round about the big Post that grows out of the Ship, Sir
O, I never thought more to sing, Llangolee!
Thus standing stock still all the while I was moving,
Till Ireland's Coast I saw clean out of Sight;
Myself, the next Day, a true Irishman proving,
When leaving the Ship, on the Shore for to light;
As the Board they put out was too narrow to quarter,
The first Step I took I was in such a Totter,
That I jump'd upon Land to my Neck up in Water!
O, that was no Time to sing, Llangolee!
Till Ireland's Coast I saw clean out of Sight;
Myself, the next Day, a true Irishman proving,
When leaving the Ship, on the Shore for to light;
As the Board they put out was too narrow to quarter,
The first Step I took I was in such a Totter,
That I jump'd upon Land to my Neck up in Water!
O, that was no Time to sing, Llangolee!
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But as sharp Cold and Hunger I never yet knew more,
And my Stomach and Bowels did grumble and growl;
I thought the bast Way to get each in good Humour,
Was to take out the Wrinkles of both, by my Sowle;
So I went to a House where Roast Meat they provide, Sir,
With a Whirligig which up the Chimney I spy'd, Sir,
And which grinds all their Smoke into Powder beside, Sir.
'Tis true as I'm now singing, Langolee.
And my Stomach and Bowels did grumble and growl;
I thought the bast Way to get each in good Humour,
Was to take out the Wrinkles of both, by my Sowle;
So I went to a House where Roast Meat they provide, Sir,
With a Whirligig which up the Chimney I spy'd, Sir,
And which grinds all their Smoke into Powder beside, Sir.
'Tis true as I'm now singing, Langolee.
Then I went to the Landlord of all the Stage Coaches,
That set Sail for London each Night in the Week;
To whom I obnoxiously made my approaches,
As a Birth aboard one I was come for to seek;
But as for the Inside I'd no Cash in my casket,
Says I, “With your Leave, I make bold, Sir, to ask it,
When the Coach is gone off, pray what Time goes the Basket?”
For there I can ride, and sing Llangolee.
That set Sail for London each Night in the Week;
To whom I obnoxiously made my approaches,
As a Birth aboard one I was come for to seek;
But as for the Inside I'd no Cash in my casket,
Says I, “With your Leave, I make bold, Sir, to ask it,
When the Coach is gone off, pray what Time goes the Basket?”
For there I can ride, and sing Llangolee.
When making his Mouth up—“The Basket,” says he, “Sir,
“Goes after the Coach a full Hour or two;”
“Very well, Sir,” says I, “that's the Thing, then, for me, Sir;”
But the Devil a Word that he told me was true:
For though one went before and the other behind, Sir,
They set off, Cheek by Jole, at the very same Time, Sir,
So the same Day, at Night, I set out by Moon-shine, Sir,
All alone by myself, singing Llangolee.
“Goes after the Coach a full Hour or two;”
“Very well, Sir,” says I, “that's the Thing, then, for me, Sir;”
But the Devil a Word that he told me was true:
For though one went before and the other behind, Sir,
They set off, Cheek by Jole, at the very same Time, Sir,
So the same Day, at Night, I set out by Moon-shine, Sir,
All alone by myself, singing Llangolee.
O, long Life to the Moon, for a brave noble Creature,
That serves us with Lamp-light each Night in the dark;
While the Sun only shines in the Day, which by Nature,
Wants no Light at all—As you all may remark:
But as for the Moon, by my Sowle, I'll be bound, Sir,
It wou'd save the whole Nation a great many Pounds, Sir,
To subscsibe for to light him up all the Year round, Sir,
Or I'll never sing more about Llangolee!
That serves us with Lamp-light each Night in the dark;
While the Sun only shines in the Day, which by Nature,
Wants no Light at all—As you all may remark:
But as for the Moon, by my Sowle, I'll be bound, Sir,
It wou'd save the whole Nation a great many Pounds, Sir,
To subscsibe for to light him up all the Year round, Sir,
Or I'll never sing more about Llangolee!
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