Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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SKIPPING ROPES.”
Your ladies of fashion, who freely subscribe
To ev'ry whim folly may chance to imbibe,
With Skipping-Ropes pleasantly pass time away,
And skip up and down just like kittens at play.
With a fal de riddle, lal de riddle, &c.
To ev'ry whim folly may chance to imbibe,
With Skipping-Ropes pleasantly pass time away,
And skip up and down just like kittens at play.
With a fal de riddle, lal de riddle, &c.
'Tis a strange thing for ladies to carry a rope,
It i'n't for an emblem of marriage, I hope:
They hang in a string all their love-making elves,
And when they get married their beaux hang themselves.
Fal, &c.
It i'n't for an emblem of marriage, I hope:
They hang in a string all their love-making elves,
And when they get married their beaux hang themselves.
Fal, &c.
We call ladies Belles, and, as puns please the crowd,
To call their ropes bell-ropes, we may be allow'd;
And our ladies are made of right bell-metal stuff,
For we all know their clappers go merry enough.
Fal, &c.
To call their ropes bell-ropes, we may be allow'd;
And our ladies are made of right bell-metal stuff,
For we all know their clappers go merry enough.
Fal, &c.
But skipping on ropes i'n't confin'd to our belles,
There's the mighty rope-dancer at Sadler's Wells;
But with some folks compar'd, to the ground he must fall,
For I've seen people dance upon nothing at all.
Fal, &c.
There's the mighty rope-dancer at Sadler's Wells;
But with some folks compar'd, to the ground he must fall,
For I've seen people dance upon nothing at all.
Fal, &c.
But the best sight of all is our sailors to see,
Who skip up a rope like a cat up a tree;
Like a good cable rope, they our nation defend,
And treat all our enemies with a rope's end.
Fal, &c.
Who skip up a rope like a cat up a tree;
Like a good cable rope, they our nation defend,
And treat all our enemies with a rope's end.
Fal, &c.
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May the law in a rope catch your forestalling elves!
But give e'm rope enough, and they'll soon hang themselves;
And then quartern loaves will be plenty, I hope,
And be sold just like onions, “a penny a rope!”
Fal, &c.
But give e'm rope enough, and they'll soon hang themselves;
And then quartern loaves will be plenty, I hope,
And be sold just like onions, “a penny a rope!”
Fal, &c.
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