Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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FORTUNE TELLER. |
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FORTUNE TELLER.
My hand it was cross'd by a buxom lass,
Says she, “You can tell what will come to pass.”
Fal, lal.
“Pray, how many husbands for me are in store?
Says I, “You'll outlive 'em, if you bury four;”
Says she, “That's very well, but pray how many more?”
Fal, lal.
Says she, “You can tell what will come to pass.”
Fal, lal.
“Pray, how many husbands for me are in store?
Says I, “You'll outlive 'em, if you bury four;”
Says she, “That's very well, but pray how many more?”
Fal, lal.
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The truth of her hopes to understand,
An old maid was the next to cross my hand;
Fal, lal.
“Shall I marry?” she ask'd, between hopes and fears,
I answer'd, “Dear ma'am, you must wait, it appears;”
“Fough!” said she, “tell me news, I've known that forty years.”
Fal, lal.
An old maid was the next to cross my hand;
Fal, lal.
“Shall I marry?” she ask'd, between hopes and fears,
I answer'd, “Dear ma'am, you must wait, it appears;”
“Fough!” said she, “tell me news, I've known that forty years.”
Fal, lal.
Said a prude, “I than marry would sooner lead apes;”
I replied, “Have you read of the fox and the grapes?”
Fal, lal.
I told a sad widow a new husband she'd find;
“What,” said she, “wed again, when my last was so kind?”
But we all must submit to what fate has design'd.
Fal, lal.
I replied, “Have you read of the fox and the grapes?”
Fal, lal.
I told a sad widow a new husband she'd find;
“What,” said she, “wed again, when my last was so kind?”
But we all must submit to what fate has design'd.
Fal, lal.
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