Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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THE WORLD IN THE MOON.” |
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THE WORLD IN THE MOON.”
This world's very wide, strange its bulls and its blunders,
Its freaks and its fashions, and comical jokes;
But if you would hear of a world full of wonders,
Come list while I sing of some comical folks:
Munchausen he told of these wonderful people,
Who for a stage coach travell'd in a balloon,
Then hung up his horse on the top of a steeple,
And went to take Tay wid de Man in de Moon.
Sing Philliluh! Drimendo! whiskey and tatters;
As sure as St. Paddy kiss'd Ellen-a-Roon;
Not Ireland itself, that swate broth of all craters,
Can shew half the likes of the World in the Moon.
Its freaks and its fashions, and comical jokes;
But if you would hear of a world full of wonders,
Come list while I sing of some comical folks:
Munchausen he told of these wonderful people,
Who for a stage coach travell'd in a balloon,
Then hung up his horse on the top of a steeple,
And went to take Tay wid de Man in de Moon.
Sing Philliluh! Drimendo! whiskey and tatters;
As sure as St. Paddy kiss'd Ellen-a-Roon;
Not Ireland itself, that swate broth of all craters,
Can shew half the likes of the World in the Moon.
Don't think I am given to bounce and to vapour,
There devil a soul like a Christian is born,
For Fops they sow gingerbread nuts and gilt paper,
And grow folks in fields, as we turnips and corn.
From oaks they get Patriots, and Soldiers, and Sailors;
From spits and ragmops, Cooks and Housewives ensure;
Their brambles grow Bailiffs, and cabbages Taylors,
Their nettle Forestallers, and hemp brings their cure.
Philliluh, &c.
There devil a soul like a Christian is born,
For Fops they sow gingerbread nuts and gilt paper,
And grow folks in fields, as we turnips and corn.
From oaks they get Patriots, and Soldiers, and Sailors;
From spits and ragmops, Cooks and Housewives ensure;
Their brambles grow Bailiffs, and cabbages Taylors,
Their nettle Forestallers, and hemp brings their cure.
Philliluh, &c.
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Then they've each a back door in their bosoms so funny,
Where they put in their victuals, and whiskey, and wine;
And you'd think that to live wou'dn't cost them much money,
Since it's but once a month they sup, breakfast, and dine;
Yet their meals wou'd with wonder fill north, east, west, south full,
You'd think that the devil himself's in their guts,
For they'll whip up an elephant clean at a mouthful,
And crocodiles crack, as a squirrel cracks nuts.
And sing, &c.
Where they put in their victuals, and whiskey, and wine;
And you'd think that to live wou'dn't cost them much money,
Since it's but once a month they sup, breakfast, and dine;
Yet their meals wou'd with wonder fill north, east, west, south full,
You'd think that the devil himself's in their guts,
For they'll whip up an elephant clean at a mouthful,
And crocodiles crack, as a squirrel cracks nuts.
And sing, &c.
Then a man can his head on and off screw at pleasure,
And that's quite convanient, because if he'd roam,
'Tis but laving his head to take care of his treasure,
And tell all the people he isn't at home;
And then they can do, to astonish beholders,
What all our philosophers can't for their lives,
Can put an old head on a young pair of shoulders,
And good women make, when they please, of their wives,
Philliluh, &c.
And that's quite convanient, because if he'd roam,
'Tis but laving his head to take care of his treasure,
And tell all the people he isn't at home;
And then they can do, to astonish beholders,
What all our philosophers can't for their lives,
Can put an old head on a young pair of shoulders,
And good women make, when they please, of their wives,
Philliluh, &c.
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