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The Two M.P.'s.
BEING A TRUE AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE GRAND MILLING MATCH THAT DIDN'T TAKE PLACE.
Says Tom Duncombe to Fraser
T'other morning, “I say, sir,
You've called me a Roué, a Dicer, and Racer;
Now I'd have you to know, sir,
Such names are ‘no go,’ sir;
By Jove, sir! I never knew anything grosser.
T'other morning, “I say, sir,
You've called me a Roué, a Dicer, and Racer;
Now I'd have you to know, sir,
Such names are ‘no go,’ sir;
By Jove, sir! I never knew anything grosser.
“And then Madame Vestris
Extremely distrest is
At your calling her Lais. She's more like Thalestris,
As you'll find, my fine joker,
If you only provoke her,
She's a d—l if once she gets hold of a poker.
Extremely distrest is
At your calling her Lais. She's more like Thalestris,
As you'll find, my fine joker,
If you only provoke her,
She's a d—l if once she gets hold of a poker.
“For myself, to be candid,
And not underhanded,
I write thus to say, I'll be hang'd if I stand it.
So give up the name
Of the man or the dame
Who has made this infernal attack on my fame,
And recall what you've said of
A man you're afraid of,
Or, turn out, my Trump, and let's see what you're made of.
And not underhanded,
I write thus to say, I'll be hang'd if I stand it.
So give up the name
Of the man or the dame
Who has made this infernal attack on my fame,
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A man you're afraid of,
Or, turn out, my Trump, and let's see what you're made of.
“I have ‘barkers’ by Nock, sir,
With percussion locks, sir,
Will give you your gruel—hang me if I box, sir,
And I've sent my old Pal in,
My ‘noble friend Allen,’
To give you this here, and to stop your caballing!”
With percussion locks, sir,
Will give you your gruel—hang me if I box, sir,
And I've sent my old Pal in,
My ‘noble friend Allen,’
To give you this here, and to stop your caballing!”
Then says Fraser, says he,
“What a spoon you must be,
Tommy Duncombe, to send such a message to me.
Why, if I was to fight about
What my friends write about,
My life I should be in continual fright about!
“What a spoon you must be,
Tommy Duncombe, to send such a message to me.
Why, if I was to fight about
What my friends write about,
My life I should be in continual fright about!
“As to telling you who
Wrote that thing about you,
One word's worth a thousand—Blow me if I do!
If you will be so gay, sir,
The people will say, sir,
That you are a Roué,—and I'm
Yours,
Jemmy Fraser.”
Wrote that thing about you,
One word's worth a thousand—Blow me if I do!
If you will be so gay, sir,
The people will say, sir,
That you are a Roué,—and I'm
Yours,
Jemmy Fraser.”
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