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HOW TO MAKE A NOVEL.

A SENSATIONAL SONG.

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Air—Bob and Joan.

Try with me and mix
What will make a Novel,
All hearts to transfix
In house or hall or hovel.
Put the caldron on,
Set the bellows blowing,
We'll produce anon
Something worth the showing.
Toora-loora-loo, &c.
Never mind your plot;
'Tisn't worth the trouble:
Throw into the pot
What will boil and bubble.
Character's a jest;
What's the use of study?

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All will stand the test
That's black enough and bloody.
Toora-loora, &c.
Here's the ‘Newgate Guide,’
Here's the ‘Causes Célèbres;’
Tumble in beside,
Pistol, gun, and sabre.
These Police reports
Those Old Bailey trials,
Horrors of all sorts,
To match the Seven Vials.
Toora-loora, &c.
Down into a well,
Lady, thrust your lover;
Truth as some folks tell,
There he may discover.
Stepdames, sure though slow,
Rivals of your daughters,
Bring us from below
Styx and all its waters.
Toora-loora, &c.

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Crime, that breaks all bounds,
Bigamy and arson,
Poison, blood, and wounds,
Will carry well the farce on.
Now it's just in shape;
Yet, with fire and murder,
Treason, too, and rape
Might help it all the further.
Toora-loora, &c.
Or, by way of change,
In your wild narration
Choose adventures strange
Of fraud and personation.
Make the job complete;
Let your vile assassin
Rob and forge and cheat,
For his victim passin'.
Toora-loora, &c.
Tame is Virtue's school;
Paint, as more effective,
Villain, knave, and fool,
With always a Detective.

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Hate for Love may sit;
Gloom will do for Gladness,
Banish Sense and Wit,
And dash in lots of Madness.
Toora-loora, &c.
Stir the broth about;
Keep the furnace glowing:
Soon we'll pour it out
In three bright volumes flowing.
Some may jeer and jibe:
We know where the shop is,
Ready to subscribe
For a thousand copies!
Toora-loora-loo,
Toora-loora-leddy;
Now the dish will do,
Now the Novel's ready.
 

Seven Dials? —Printer's Devil.