Season, 1827 Songs, Duets and Glees, Sung in the open Orchestra, at the Royal Gardens, Vauxhall [by W. T. Thomas] |
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POWER OF THE LADIES. |
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POWER OF THE LADIES.
Of good queen Bess's golden days
Our histories still ring;
Her reign was never yet surpass'd
By that of any king.
And should our maidens follow
Her example, you'd see, then,
That the Ladies would do all things
Much better than the men.
Tooral looral, &c.
Our histories still ring;
Her reign was never yet surpass'd
By that of any king.
And should our maidens follow
Her example, you'd see, then,
That the Ladies would do all things
Much better than the men.
Tooral looral, &c.
Prime Ministers they'd aptly make,
Each husband will allow;
When petticoats have government
We all of us must bow.
As Rulers, time still proves the fair
Possess the greatest skill;
For, say or do whate'er we can,
The Ladies rule us still.
Tooral looral, &c.
Each husband will allow;
When petticoats have government
We all of us must bow.
As Rulers, time still proves the fair
Possess the greatest skill;
For, say or do whate'er we can,
The Ladies rule us still.
Tooral looral, &c.
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That greatly they'd the Pulpit grace,
Is clear as is the day;
For who'd not soar to Virtue,
When an Angel points the way?
And, that the Woolsack they'd adorn,
I've said, and say again;
For, after all, the Ladies
Are best Judges of the men.
Tooral looral, &c.
Is clear as is the day;
For who'd not soar to Virtue,
When an Angel points the way?
And, that the Woolsack they'd adorn,
I've said, and say again;
For, after all, the Ladies
Are best Judges of the men.
Tooral looral, &c.
That they are best of Counsellors,
Is clear to old and young;
For, how can woman fail,
When she has got to use her tongue?
And that they'd best of Doctors prove
Is equally as sure;
For where's the ill in life, I ask,
A Lady cannot cure?
Tooral looral, &c.
Is clear to old and young;
For, how can woman fail,
When she has got to use her tongue?
And that they'd best of Doctors prove
Is equally as sure;
For where's the ill in life, I ask,
A Lady cannot cure?
Tooral looral, &c.
As Vintners and Distillers,
Who can doubt the Ladies' merits?
For, ah! who like the Ladies still,
Can put a man in spirits.
That good Upholsterers they'd be,
I'll prove, too, in a minute;
For no house can be furnish'd,
If there's not a Lady in it.
Tooral looral, &c.
Who can doubt the Ladies' merits?
For, ah! who like the Ladies still,
Can put a man in spirits.
That good Upholsterers they'd be,
I'll prove, too, in a minute;
For no house can be furnish'd,
If there's not a Lady in it.
Tooral looral, &c.
And thus, I think, I've clearly prov'd
The Ladies all in all;
And while we've them to aid us,
That Old England ne'er can fall.
And 'tis my firm belief they might
Soon bring men to that station,
To be merely kept as make-weights
In the scale of population.
Tooral looral, &c.
The Ladies all in all;
And while we've them to aid us,
That Old England ne'er can fall.
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Soon bring men to that station,
To be merely kept as make-weights
In the scale of population.
Tooral looral, &c.
| Season, 1827 | |