A collection of comic songs written, Compil'd, Etch'd and Engrav'd, by J. Robertson; and sung by him At the theatres Nottingham, Derby, Stamford, Halifax, Chesterfield, and Redford |
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Margery Topping.
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Margery Topping.
When I was in Cumberland, I went a wooing,
But, love, to my sorrow, had nigh prov'd my ruin;
I died by inches, I look'd so shocking,
And all for the sake of Margery Topping.
Tol, lol de rol, lol de rol, la.
But, love, to my sorrow, had nigh prov'd my ruin;
I died by inches, I look'd so shocking,
And all for the sake of Margery Topping.
Tol, lol de rol, lol de rol, la.
With thinking of her, so handsome and proper,
I sigh'd all the day, and I ne'er eat no supper;
My mammy cried, “Peter, pray mac thyself easy,”
But she was not Margery—oh, lack a daisey!
I sigh'd all the day, and I ne'er eat no supper;
My mammy cried, “Peter, pray mac thyself easy,”
But she was not Margery—oh, lack a daisey!
I put on my best cloaths, and I thought I look'd gay,
For if I shou'd get her, I knew that was the way;
So I powder'd my hair with our old dridging-box,
And I got a pig's tail, too—only see how it cocks.
For if I shou'd get her, I knew that was the way;
So I powder'd my hair with our old dridging-box,
And I got a pig's tail, too—only see how it cocks.
Then I pluck'd up a spirit, and I ax'd this maiden,
If ever she thought it wou'd come to a wedding;
But she laugh'd in my face, and call'd me a ninny,
“Have thee,” says Margery, “No, not for a guinea.”
If ever she thought it wou'd come to a wedding;
But she laugh'd in my face, and call'd me a ninny,
“Have thee,” says Margery, “No, not for a guinea.”
Thought I to myself, what the devil can ail her,
I'll e'en gang my ways, and go for a sailor:
So I got some paper, and I writ her a letter,
Saying, farewell, Madge, 'till thou loves me better.
I'll e'en gang my ways, and go for a sailor:
So I got some paper, and I writ her a letter,
Saying, farewell, Madge, 'till thou loves me better.
Then straight she came to me, beslubber'd with tears,
And told me she'd have me, if I'd ease her fears;
So, I mention'd the parson, and bid her comply,
She blush'd—her eyes twinkle'd—she cou'd not tell why.
And told me she'd have me, if I'd ease her fears;
So, I mention'd the parson, and bid her comply,
She blush'd—her eyes twinkle'd—she cou'd not tell why.
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The fiddlers came in, and they fiddle'd away,
And all the folks throng'd, while Madge and I led the way;
The priest join'd our hands, all the folks standing by,
Lord, how sham'd was Margery, and how sham'd was I.
And all the folks throng'd, while Madge and I led the way;
The priest join'd our hands, all the folks standing by,
Lord, how sham'd was Margery, and how sham'd was I.
Next our dinners we got, while the folks were advancing,
The neighbours throng'd in, and they long'd to be dancing:
The fiddlers struck up in the midst of the hall,
So, Margery and I open'd the ball.
The neighbours throng'd in, and they long'd to be dancing:
The fiddlers struck up in the midst of the hall,
So, Margery and I open'd the ball.
Soon after, our Margery had stolen aside,
The bridemaid were up stairs undressing the bride;
I runs up stairs to them, pops baidemaid out at the door,
Put the candle out, then—od rabbit it, I won't tell no more.
The bridemaid were up stairs undressing the bride;
I runs up stairs to them, pops baidemaid out at the door,
Put the candle out, then—od rabbit it, I won't tell no more.
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