An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE FAT BOY. |
 | An Original Collection of Songs |  |
THE FAT BOY.
Don't disturb yourself, pray—'tis but Joe, the Fat Boy,
Who was never known any one's rest to destroy.
I've come here quite by chance, so, for company's sake,
I'll just sing you a song—it will keep me awake.
For we are all noddin', nid, nid noddin',
We are all noddin', abroad and at home.
Who was never known any one's rest to destroy.
I've come here quite by chance, so, for company's sake,
I'll just sing you a song—it will keep me awake.
For we are all noddin', nid, nid noddin',
We are all noddin', abroad and at home.
People scold because sometimes I sleep in the day,
Although I might answer, so do they—
For I think I can prove, if you'll list to my rhymes,
Every one of them may be caught nodding at times.
Yes, they all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin, abroad ank at home.
Although I might answer, so do they—
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Every one of them may be caught nodding at times.
Yes, they all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin, abroad ank at home.
The Parson, who tells us to watch and to pray,
And will not on Sundays at home let us sty,
Nods at church o'er his sermon, and makes us, the elf,
Nod long ere it's finished as much as himself.
For they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin to church when they come.
And will not on Sundays at home let us sty,
Nods at church o'er his sermon, and makes us, the elf,
Nod long ere it's finished as much as himself.
For they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin to church when they come.
Both Houses of Parliament nod, too, you'll find—
When one party speaks, to sleep t'other's inclin'd—
One nods till the other side's said all their say,
And as or the Speaker, he nods night away.
For they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin to the House when they come.
When one party speaks, to sleep t'other's inclin'd—
One nods till the other side's said all their say,
And as or the Speaker, he nods night away.
For they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin to the House when they come.
Young folks, when the old folks to nod are inclin'd,
And her lover's enteeating that she will be kind,
That she neither may grant nor deny him the bliss,
Will appear to nod, too, while he steals a sweet kiss.
Fur they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin at our house at home.
And her lover's enteeating that she will be kind,
That she neither may grant nor deny him the bliss,
Will appear to nod, too, while he steals a sweet kiss.
Fur they are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
They are all noddin at our house at home.
But I'm getting quite tir'd—no doubt you're so too—
Ya-aw! I really beg pardon—I'll bid you adieu,
'Tis high time, for I scarce my eyes open can keep,
And I'm sure that I must have walk'd here in my sleep!
For we are all noddin— yaw-aw!—nid nid noddin—
We are all noddin—yaw-aw!—to the end when come!
[Yawns—sinks into chair—falls aslaep—snores, and is carried off, first having a nightcap put on him.]
Ya-aw! I really beg pardon—I'll bid you adieu,
'Tis high time, for I scarce my eyes open can keep,
And I'm sure that I must have walk'd here in my sleep!
For we are all noddin— yaw-aw!—nid nid noddin—
We are all noddin—yaw-aw!—to the end when come!
THE END.
| An Original Collection of Songs | |