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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Cloddy's Courtship in Thick-Puddle-Dale.
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Cloddy's Courtship in Thick-Puddle-Dale.
THROUGH Thick Puddle Dale I trudg'd with my flail,
'Till I came to a neat little cot;
There I spied a sweet face, the lass of the place,
And, I cried, “Will you have me or not?”
Toll de roll, &c.
'Till I came to a neat little cot;
There I spied a sweet face, the lass of the place,
And, I cried, “Will you have me or not?”
Toll de roll, &c.
Betsey seem'd not to feel, but kept turning her wheel,
Oh! her beauty so brightly did glow,
My heart, it went bump, and it gave such a thump,
I thought it were odd, (I suppose) so do you.
Oh! her beauty so brightly did glow,
My heart, it went bump, and it gave such a thump,
I thought it were odd, (I suppose) so do you.
Says I, “Dearest Betty, thou does look so pratty,
I cou'd drink you all like a syllabub;
But if cross you appear, in a fit of despair,
I cou'd tumble you into the swilling-tub.”
I cou'd drink you all like a syllabub;
But if cross you appear, in a fit of despair,
I cou'd tumble you into the swilling-tub.”
I'm rich enough, now, I've a bull and a cow,
And, my celler, when empty, is fill'd again;
I've a hole in my heart, you may through it drive a cart,
And my breasts' like an old empty kilderkin.
And, my celler, when empty, is fill'd again;
I've a hole in my heart, you may through it drive a cart,
And my breasts' like an old empty kilderkin.
A coming from the fair, I met the old pair,
And I told 'em, how cruel was Betty;
“Ne'er mind her,” said he, “But go back, now, with me,
Thou shalt have her, because thou'rt so pratty.”
And I told 'em, how cruel was Betty;
“Ne'er mind her,” said he, “But go back, now, with me,
Thou shalt have her, because thou'rt so pratty.”
Odsbobs! then, said I, I'll venture to try,
And, if you my tale do not listen to,
I surely shall die, like a pig in a stye,
And, you, an old maid, may grow wizzen'd too.
And, if you my tale do not listen to,
I surely shall die, like a pig in a stye,
And, you, an old maid, may grow wizzen'd too.
O! pity a poor lad, who's fortune's so bad,
I never was in love before;
I don't know what to say, or to do all the day,
And, at night, I do nought but roar.
I never was in love before;
I don't know what to say, or to do all the day,
And, at night, I do nought but roar.
Plumb pudding's not so nice, though e'er so cramm'd with spice,
I love her far better than custard;
Neither mutton nor beef, can give such relief,
Though it's ever so flavour'd with mustard.
I love her far better than custard;
Neither mutton nor beef, can give such relief,
Though it's ever so flavour'd with mustard.
How sweet life wou'd pass, with such a nice lass,
And I think it will fall to my share;
I think 'tis my fate, and I'm not asham'd to say it,
She is as like me as ever she can stare.
And I think it will fall to my share;
I think 'tis my fate, and I'm not asham'd to say it,
She is as like me as ever she can stare.
Then, ye virgins attend, and, believe me your friend,
And, with prudence, adhere to this plan,
Ne'er let it be said, there goes an old maid,
But get married—I mean, if you can.
And, with prudence, adhere to this plan,
Ne'er let it be said, there goes an old maid,
But get married—I mean, if you can.
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