An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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VOT'S VOT!
I am the man vot came to town,
And met vot I shall mention—
A man vot though but a country clown,
Vos von vot vanted a pension.
I vent to a house vot places books,
For folks vot go to London,
And saw a man, vot lik'd my looks,
Von vot von't leave nothing undone.
Fol de rol lol, &c.
And met vot I shall mention—
A man vot though but a country clown,
Vos von vot vanted a pension.
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For folks vot go to London,
And saw a man, vot lik'd my looks,
Von vot von't leave nothing undone.
Fol de rol lol, &c.
“By vot coach, sir, vill you take ving,
Pray vot is your decision?
Here's von vot is the slap-up thing,
And von vot's the opposition.
If you are the man vot vants a place,
Here is a coach vot's got von;
Vhich has the horses vot can race.
Vhile t'other's the coach vot has not none!”
Pray vot is your decision?
Here's von vot is the slap-up thing,
And von vot's the opposition.
If you are the man vot vants a place,
Here is a coach vot's got von;
Vhich has the horses vot can race.
Vhile t'other's the coach vot has not none!”
I am the man the coach vot drives,
Vot makes the titts knock under,
And here's the Guard, vot looks arter your lives,
And vot takes care of the plunder!
And here's the cad vot vaits on me,
Vot catches the flats like vinking,
Vhile master's the svell vot drives so free,
Though 'tis you vot pays the chink in.
Vot makes the titts knock under,
And here's the Guard, vot looks arter your lives,
And vot takes care of the plunder!
And here's the cad vot vaits on me,
Vot catches the flats like vinking,
Vhile master's the svell vot drives so free,
Though 'tis you vot pays the chink in.
Though this vos a coach vot had a load,
I vos von vot got in it
But there vos a rut vot cross'd the road,
And vot spilt us in a minute!
They brought a man vot cur'd each ill,
Says I—‘here's a man vot needs you;”
Says he—“I'm the man vot gives the pill,
The doctor vot sveats and bleeds you.”
I vos von vot got in it
But there vos a rut vot cross'd the road,
And vot spilt us in a minute!
They brought a man vot cur'd each ill,
Says I—‘here's a man vot needs you;”
Says he—“I'm the man vot gives the pill,
The doctor vot sveats and bleeds you.”
His bill, for vot he call'd a cure,
But vot I call'd a swindle,
Vos von vot no one could endure,
And vot made my money dvindle;
So he sent a man vot follow'd the law,
Von vot vos an attorney,
Who sent another vot had a claw,
Vot stopp'd me on my journey.
But vot I call'd a swindle,
Vos von vot no one could endure,
And vot made my money dvindle;
So he sent a man vot follow'd the law,
Von vot vos an attorney,
Who sent another vot had a claw,
Vot stopp'd me on my journey.
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“If you're the man vot doesn't pay,”
Says he, “I'm von vot makes you;
If you're the covey vot runs avay,”
“Vy I'm the covey vot takes you!
The doctor's the man vot physicks you,
The lawyer's the man vot tricks you,—
And you are the flat vot tries do,
And I am the trap vot nicks you.”
Says he, “I'm von vot makes you;
If you're the covey vot runs avay,”
“Vy I'm the covey vot takes you!
The doctor's the man vot physicks you,
The lawyer's the man vot tricks you,—
And you are the flat vot tries do,
And I am the trap vot nicks you.”
Then up came a lass vot look'd like a dove,
A lass vot dress'd so smart, too;
I felt, for her, vot is call'd love,
In vot is call'd my heart, too.
But though a man vot's us'd to town,
In a vay vot vos wery funny—
I vos the von vot vos knock'd down,
She the von vot got my money!
A lass vot dress'd so smart, too;
I felt, for her, vot is call'd love,
In vot is call'd my heart, too.
But though a man vot's us'd to town,
In a vay vot vos wery funny—
I vos the von vot vos knock'd down,
She the von vot got my money!
Now I'm the man vot has been done,
But vot von't be so no longer,
Vot must reform, for sure as a gun,
We're those vot don't grow younger!
I hope I've said nought vot vill tease,
For that's vot vould amaze us,
For ve're the folks vot tries to please,
And you're the folks vot pays us.
But vot von't be so no longer,
Vot must reform, for sure as a gun,
We're those vot don't grow younger!
I hope I've said nought vot vill tease,
For that's vot vould amaze us,
For ve're the folks vot tries to please,
And you're the folks vot pays us.
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