An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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BLOOMSBURY GENTILITY
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BLOOMSBURY GENTILITY
OR, THE TOWN GALA.
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Sung by Mr. Sloman, the late Mr. Stebbing, and other distinguished Public Singers Tune—Drops of Brandy.
Of Madam Fig's Gala and Rout,
John Lump has discours'd like a parrot—
But 'twixt you and I, that great lout
Didn't know a sheep's head from a carrot!
Why your Yorkshire Routs bean't worth a straw,
When wi' town ones compar'd—'tis na hum, sirs—
But I'll tell you of one which I saw
When gentleman to Sir John Plum, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
John Lump has discours'd like a parrot—
But 'twixt you and I, that great lout
Didn't know a sheep's head from a carrot!
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When wi' town ones compar'd—'tis na hum, sirs—
But I'll tell you of one which I saw
When gentleman to Sir John Plum, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
Twur on Miss Plum coming o' age,
The Rout as I speaks of wur given,
Which topp'd all I'd see'd upon Stage,
And 'fegs! I thought I was in Heaven,
The floors wur all chalk'd wi' fine figures—
The walls were all fester'd wi' flowers, sirs—
And on tables were jellies—od sniggers!
All mouldered like castles and towers, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
The Rout as I speaks of wur given,
Which topp'd all I'd see'd upon Stage,
And 'fegs! I thought I was in Heaven,
The floors wur all chalk'd wi' fine figures—
The walls were all fester'd wi' flowers, sirs—
And on tables were jellies—od sniggers!
All mouldered like castles and towers, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
We had dinner at seven at night,
And without the least morsel o' raillery,
The crowd that assembled mought fright,
The crowd of a Threepenny Gallery.
Such pushing, such shoving, such thrustlng,
Such squeezing good places to get, sirs—
Old Trullebub cried he was bursting!
What, thinks I 'fore he's set down to eat, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddiry, &c.
And without the least morsel o' raillery,
The crowd that assembled mought fright,
The crowd of a Threepenny Gallery.
Such pushing, such shoving, such thrustlng,
Such squeezing good places to get, sirs—
Old Trullebub cried he was bursting!
What, thinks I 'fore he's set down to eat, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddiry, &c.
A Coachman wur kill'd in the row,
Which Miss Dora Plum said wur glorious—
And when that I axed her as how,
Said she, ‘Lout, 'twill make us notorious.’
The Police, to keep order, remain'd,
As the swell mob they said, that they knew, sir—
But as not one that came wur detain'd,
It show'd as they know'd who was who, sirs.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
Which Miss Dora Plum said wur glorious—
And when that I axed her as how,
Said she, ‘Lout, 'twill make us notorious.’
The Police, to keep order, remain'd,
As the swell mob they said, that they knew, sir—
But as not one that came wur detain'd,
It show'd as they know'd who was who, sirs.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
Some tea chests were nail'd up on high
The Fiddlers to hold—it be fact, sirs—
Which fell down on Alderman Pie,
Who call'd out ‘My head it be crack'd sirs.
Lord Squint'em's glass eye it got broke,
Miss Conk lost her aquiline nose, sirs—
While Lady Bloom's cheeks—a good joke—
Turn'd to whitey brown 'stead of the rose, sirs.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
The Fiddlers to hold—it be fact, sirs—
Which fell down on Alderman Pie,
Who call'd out ‘My head it be crack'd sirs.
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Miss Conk lost her aquiline nose, sirs—
While Lady Bloom's cheeks—a good joke—
Turn'd to whitey brown 'stead of the rose, sirs.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
Mrs. Eatall, and old Lady Guttle,
'Bout some pudden had like to've drawn daggers, sirs—
While I tumbled whack over the scuttle,
And threw some young ladies in staggers, sirs.
Salts wur call'd for, and vinegar, too,
So I gave 'em the cruets, quite fluster'd,
When only think what did they did do
In return—I got pepper and mustard.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
'Bout some pudden had like to've drawn daggers, sirs—
While I tumbled whack over the scuttle,
And threw some young ladies in staggers, sirs.
Salts wur call'd for, and vinegar, too,
So I gave 'em the cruets, quite fluster'd,
When only think what did they did do
In return—I got pepper and mustard.
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
Then wasn't there hobbing and nobbing?
All seem'd nation dry in the throttle—
Their heads wur for ever a bobbing,
As they call'd I to bring a fresh bottle.
To see 'em put things out o' sight,
To mysen I could scarcely help saying—
‘If folks wish for a good appetite,
They mun go where they dine without paying.’
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
All seem'd nation dry in the throttle—
Their heads wur for ever a bobbing,
As they call'd I to bring a fresh bottle.
To see 'em put things out o' sight,
To mysen I could scarcely help saying—
‘If folks wish for a good appetite,
They mun go where they dine without paying.’
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
After dinner came tea—and at ten
The Company stood up to dance, sirs—
When Dowager Bombazine, then,
Like a Neddy in panniers did prance, sirs.
We supp'd when the day wur a dawning,
And then danc'd again till quite lihgt, sir—
And at seven o'clock in the morning,
They all on 'em wish'd us good night, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
The Company stood up to dance, sirs—
When Dowager Bombazine, then,
Like a Neddy in panniers did prance, sirs.
We supp'd when the day wur a dawning,
And then danc'd again till quite lihgt, sir—
And at seven o'clock in the morning,
They all on 'em wish'd us good night, sirs!
Rumpti iddity iddity, &c.
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