Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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THE TALKING BIRD. |
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THE TALKING BIRD.
I'm the famous Talking-Bird, and the wonder of the age,
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle doo!
To talk with me, no magpye, daw, nor parrot, dare engage,
But nothing but a woman's tongue I'd ever give-in to;
For sure to vie with woman I should be a silly dunce,
For they know all the parts of speech, and speak them all at once.
Fal, lal, &c.
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle doo!
To talk with me, no magpye, daw, nor parrot, dare engage,
But nothing but a woman's tongue I'd ever give-in to;
For sure to vie with woman I should be a silly dunce,
For they know all the parts of speech, and speak them all at once.
Fal, lal, &c.
Then comes the wond'rous singing-tree, set by a magic elf,
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle-doo!
Which, just like marriage music, makes a consort of itself,
But as that's sometimes out of tune, the likeness won't go thro';
Its leaves will make nice music-books, to teach melodious grace,
Its root is like a rogue in grain, because it's through bass.
Fal, lal, &c.
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle-doo!
Which, just like marriage music, makes a consort of itself,
But as that's sometimes out of tune, the likeness won't go thro';
Its leaves will make nice music-books, to teach melodious grace,
Its root is like a rogue in grain, because it's through bass.
Fal, lal, &c.
Then after you the singing-tree and talking-bird behold,
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle doo!
Last comes the magic fountain, whose water's liquid gold,
And what you sprinkle with it, in its proper form you view;
'Twill lawyers to dark lanthorns turn, a poet to a pen,
And doctors undertakers, 'cause they're famous for dead men.
Fal, lal, &c.
Chick-a-biddy, pretty dickey, cock-a-doodle doo!
Last comes the magic fountain, whose water's liquid gold,
And what you sprinkle with it, in its proper form you view;
'Twill lawyers to dark lanthorns turn, a poet to a pen,
And doctors undertakers, 'cause they're famous for dead men.
Fal, lal, &c.
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