The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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MY LANDLADY'S NOSE.
O'er the evils of life 'tis a folly to fret,
Despondence and grief never lessen'd them yet;
Then a fig for the world let it come as it goes,
I'll sing to the praise of my landlady's nose.
Despondence and grief never lessen'd them yet;
Then a fig for the world let it come as it goes,
I'll sing to the praise of my landlady's nose.
My landlady's nose is in noble condition,
For longitude, latitude, shape, and position;
'Tis as round as a horn, and as red as a rose,
Success to the hulk of my landlady's nose.
For longitude, latitude, shape, and position;
'Tis as round as a horn, and as red as a rose,
Success to the hulk of my landlady's nose.
To jewellers' shops let your ladies repair,
For trinkets and nick-nacks to give them an air;
Here living curbuncles, a score of them glows
On the big massy sides of my landlady's nose.
For trinkets and nick-nacks to give them an air;
Here living curbuncles, a score of them glows
On the big massy sides of my landlady's nose.
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Old Patrick M'Dougherty when on the fuddle,
Pulls out a segar, and looks up to her noddle;
For Dougherty swears, when he swigs a good dose,
By Marjory's firebrand, my landlady's nose.
Pulls out a segar, and looks up to her noddle;
For Dougherty swears, when he swigs a good dose,
By Marjory's firebrand, my landlady's nose.
Ye wishy-wash butter-milk drinkers so cold,
Come here, and the virtues of brandy behold;
Here's red burning Ætna; a mountain of snows,
Would roll down in streams from my landlady's nose.
Come here, and the virtues of brandy behold;
Here's red burning Ætna; a mountain of snows,
Would roll down in streams from my landlady's nose.
Each cavern profound of this snuff-loving snout,
Is furnish'd within, sir, as well as without;
O'er the brown upper lip such a cordial flows—
O, the cordial brown drops of my landlady's nose.
Is furnish'd within, sir, as well as without;
O'er the brown upper lip such a cordial flows—
O, the cordial brown drops of my landlady's nose.
But, gods! when this trunk with an uplifted arm,
She grasps in the dish-clout to blow an alarm,
Horns, trumpets, conches are but screaming of crows,
To the loud thund'ring twang of my landlady's nose.
She grasps in the dish-clout to blow an alarm,
Horns, trumpets, conches are but screaming of crows,
To the loud thund'ring twang of my landlady's nose.
My landlady's nose unto me is a treasure,
A care-killing nostrum, a fountain of pleasure;
If I want for a laugh to discard all my woes,
I only look up to my landlady's nose.
A care-killing nostrum, a fountain of pleasure;
If I want for a laugh to discard all my woes,
I only look up to my landlady's nose.
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