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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Monsieur's Escape from Paris.
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Monsieur's Escape from Paris.
Ah, sacred dieu! vat a terrible thing!
Now our nation's at war with old England's king;
But the mischief once made by our national elves,
I have left in the lurch to take care of themselves.
Now our nation's at war with old England's king;
But the mischief once made by our national elves,
I have left in the lurch to take care of themselves.
(Chorus to every verse).
With my danca la la, danca long merry ton,Danca long merry ton, danca la la.
When first we with England got into the hobble,
On Bonnaparte we depend to get out of our trouble;
But, the English, by gar, are too wise to be cram'd,
For, you turn up your noses, and bid us be d---d.
On Bonnaparte we depend to get out of our trouble;
But, the English, by gar, are too wise to be cram'd,
For, you turn up your noses, and bid us be d---d.
With our great big gun-boats, oh, sacred dieu!
Ve eat you all up, is ve vonce get to you;
But ve fear your big ships vil encourage de strife,
And leave the french armies to swim for dere life.
Ve eat you all up, is ve vonce get to you;
But ve fear your big ships vil encourage de strife,
And leave the french armies to swim for dere life.
The Dutchman, he call us dam treacherous tyke,
And he vish dat ve all vas drown in his dyke;
But for dykes and for ditches ve care not a bit,
If ve can but keep clear of dat deep English pit.
And he vish dat ve all vas drown in his dyke;
But for dykes and for ditches ve care not a bit,
If ve can but keep clear of dat deep English pit.
But dat little dog be so cunning and bold,
He cry to de captains, “Go, give dem a scold;
“Go, tell dem to stop all their ships, aud be civil,
“Or Nelson vill shew dem de vay to de devil.”
He cry to de captains, “Go, give dem a scold;
“Go, tell dem to stop all their ships, aud be civil,
“Or Nelson vill shew dem de vay to de devil.”
Ve fear dat your ships vill play de mad frolic,
And give us poor Frenchmen von fit of de cholic;
So, I run avay, nor vil back again prance,
For de devil has put his black hoof into France.
And give us poor Frenchmen von fit of de cholic;
So, I run avay, nor vil back again prance,
For de devil has put his black hoof into France.
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Some little time back ve thought ourselves slave,
And resolv'd dat all Frenchmen dere freedom shou'd have;
So de bastile vas burnt, and de slave vas set free,
All de prisons pull'd down, or you had not seen me.
And resolv'd dat all Frenchmen dere freedom shou'd have;
So de bastile vas burnt, and de slave vas set free,
All de prisons pull'd down, or you had not seen me.
To tell you de truth, I'm glad I'm in Britain,
Or me'd not have von chair or von stool for to sit on;
Sure, never a nation so happy vas seen,
With a king so belov'd, and a good little queen.
Or me'd not have von chair or von stool for to sit on;
Sure, never a nation so happy vas seen,
With a king so belov'd, and a good little queen.
Now to (any town) I'm come, so happy and gay,
Where I dance and I sing, and I foot it away;
Then come to our shop, and hear poor Frenchman sing,
Success to your trade, and long life to your king.
Where I dance and I sing, and I foot it away;
Then come to our shop, and hear poor Frenchman sing,
Success to your trade, and long life to your king.
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