Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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MISS HARRIOT LUCY BROWN.
Miss Harriot Lucy Brown,
At the west end of the town,
For these thirty years, has been the leading dandyzett,
While the public always cry,
They can't see the reason why
Such a beauty as Miss Harriot's never married yet.
At the west end of the town,
For these thirty years, has been the leading dandyzett,
While the public always cry,
They can't see the reason why
Such a beauty as Miss Harriot's never married yet.
But the cause is clear as light,
To a person with half sight,
Why this Clyde-side beauty's wiles have still miscarried yet;
Though she's half the town in thrall,
She's objections to them all;
Why then marvel that Miss Harriot's never married yet?
To a person with half sight,
Why this Clyde-side beauty's wiles have still miscarried yet;
Though she's half the town in thrall,
She's objections to them all;
Why then marvel that Miss Harriot's never married yet?
Mr. Black is rather fair,
Mr. Taylor's coat brush'd bare,
Mr. Mason's Boaz and Jachin rather bandy set,
Mr. Short is rather tall,
Mr. Mieckle rather small;
Not an Absalom could please this squeamish dandyzett!
Mr. Taylor's coat brush'd bare,
Mr. Mason's Boaz and Jachin rather bandy set,
Mr. Short is rather tall,
Mr. Mieckle rather small;
Not an Absalom could please this squeamish dandyzett!
Mr. Young is rather old,
Mr. Meek a vulgar scold,
Mr. Richer is to poor to run his carriage yet,
Mr. Sharp is rather flat,
Mr. Long is rather squat;
How the deuce then could Miss Harriot fix on marriage yet?
Mr. Meek a vulgar scold,
Mr. Richer is to poor to run his carriage yet,
Mr. Sharp is rather flat,
Mr. Long is rather squat;
How the deuce then could Miss Harriot fix on marriage yet?
With her pickles and preserves,
Her confections and conserves,
Her snow-white teeth are, not a little, tinged with the jet;
To the dentist she must go,
And repair the upper row,
Then haply she may run a chance of marriage yet.
Her confections and conserves,
Her snow-white teeth are, not a little, tinged with the jet;
To the dentist she must go,
And repair the upper row,
Then haply she may run a chance of marriage yet.
She hath toy'd so long with time
That she's fairly past her prime;
Still the wiling charms of love have with her tarried yet;
Though the rose hath fled her cheek,
She's a model of the antique,
So there's hope that sweet Miss Harriot will get married yet.
That she's fairly past her prime;
Still the wiling charms of love have with her tarried yet;
Though the rose hath fled her cheek,
She's a model of the antique,
So there's hope that sweet Miss Harriot will get married yet.
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