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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ENGLISH AND FRENCH IDEAS OF PICKLING AND PRESERVING. |
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ENGLISH AND FRENCH IDEAS OF PICKLING AND PRESERVING.
A Poor simple Foreigner, not long ago,
Whose knowledge of English was, simply, so so;
At a shop window reading, “Good Pickles sold here,”
To the shopwoman said, “Vat is Peeckles, my dear?”
“Why Pickles,’ says she, ‘is a sort of a name,
“Like Preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same;
“For Pickling preserves, though not quite the same way,
“Yet 'tis much the same thing, as a body may say.”
The Foreigner bow'd, and gave thanks for his lesson,
Which, the next day, at dinner, he made a fine mess on;
For a loud clap of thunder caus'd Miss Kitty Nervous,
To start from her chair, and cry, “Mercy preserve us!”
While he, keeping closely his lesson in view,
Cry'd, “Mercy preserve us and peeckle us too!”
Whose knowledge of English was, simply, so so;
At a shop window reading, “Good Pickles sold here,”
To the shopwoman said, “Vat is Peeckles, my dear?”
“Why Pickles,’ says she, ‘is a sort of a name,
“Like Preserves, and the meaning is nearly the same;
“For Pickling preserves, though not quite the same way,
“Yet 'tis much the same thing, as a body may say.”
The Foreigner bow'd, and gave thanks for his lesson,
Which, the next day, at dinner, he made a fine mess on;
For a loud clap of thunder caus'd Miss Kitty Nervous,
To start from her chair, and cry, “Mercy preserve us!”
While he, keeping closely his lesson in view,
Cry'd, “Mercy preserve us and peeckle us too!”
Thus, all in good time, will the whole Gallic horde,
At Britannia's dread thunder, cry, “Misericorde!”
While the diff'rence we split between us and such elves,
By pickling of them, and preserving ourselves.
At Britannia's dread thunder, cry, “Misericorde!”
While the diff'rence we split between us and such elves,
By pickling of them, and preserving ourselves.
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