An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE OMNIBUS.
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Sung by Mr. J. Russell, at the Strand Theatre. Music Sold by J. Duncombe & Co, Middle Row, Holborn.
Our hackney coaches now are hacks,
Their fares don't fairly pay the tax,
His whip the coachman sadly smacks,
Such opposition doom'd to know;
And as for all our cabriolets,
Their horses now may dance the hays.
They really cannot make their ways,
But truly sigh, I owe.
Our chariots, not triumphant now,
To other vehicles must bow,
For France has work'd their overthrow,
They taste the luxury of woh!
Kew—Putney—with their seven stages,
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
For the Omnibus the rage is,
Yes, 'tis all the go.
[OMITTED]
Their fares don't fairly pay the tax,
His whip the coachman sadly smacks,
Such opposition doom'd to know;
And as for all our cabriolets,
Their horses now may dance the hays.
They really cannot make their ways,
But truly sigh, I owe.
Our chariots, not triumphant now,
To other vehicles must bow,
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They taste the luxury of woh!
Kew—Putney—with their seven stages,
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
For the Omnibus the rage is,
Yes, 'tis all the go.
Kew—Putney—with their seven stages,
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
For the Omnibus the rage is,
Yes, 'tis all the go.
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
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Yes, 'tis all the go.
The Omnibus is so complete,
So slender, so genteel, so neat,
To ride inside, 'tis quite a treat,
To go by stages now is low;
No better scheme was ever tried,
For side by side, we equal ride,
To pamper pride, there's no outside,
But all sit in a row;
The march of intellect, you'll own,
Is by the Omnibusses shewn,
Such comfort sure was never known,
For books to cheer us they bestow;
And worthy of supreme remark,
They scorn to keep us in the dark,
But still each night to cheer each spark,
A light on us they throw.
[OMITTED]
So slender, so genteel, so neat,
To ride inside, 'tis quite a treat,
To go by stages now is low;
No better scheme was ever tried,
For side by side, we equal ride,
To pamper pride, there's no outside,
But all sit in a row;
The march of intellect, you'll own,
Is by the Omnibusses shewn,
Such comfort sure was never known,
For books to cheer us they bestow;
And worthy of supreme remark,
They scorn to keep us in the dark,
But still each night to cheer each spark,
A light on us they throw.
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Kew—Putney—with their seven stages,
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
The Omnibus now all the rage is
Yes, 'tis all the go.
Droop like Shakspeare's Seven Ages!
The Omnibus now all the rage is
Yes, 'tis all the go.
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