An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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RAIL ROADS NOW ARE ALL THE GO!
Rail roads now are all the go,
Folks scorn dull foot padding!
Twenty miles an hour's too slow,
For all the world are gadding!
Our 'prentice boys on Saturday
Will start, that they on Sunday,
At York, with their sweethearts may play,
Returning on the Monday.
Rail roads now are all the go,
Folks scorn dull foot padding—
Twenty miles an hour's too slow,
For all the world are gadding.
Folks scorn dull foot padding!
Twenty miles an hour's too slow,
For all the world are gadding!
Our 'prentice boys on Saturday
Will start, that they on Sunday,
At York, with their sweethearts may play,
Returning on the Monday.
Rail roads now are all the go,
Folks scorn dull foot padding—
Twenty miles an hour's too slow,
For all the world are gadding.
Our Cits will all like comets move,
Through three realms in a night, now;
The march of intellect will prove
No march—'twill be a flight now.
“Come dine with me at the Land's End—
At three; they'll drive like fury—
“You may return at night, depend,
And see the play at Drury.’
Rail roads now, &c.
Through three realms in a night, now;
The march of intellect will prove
No march—'twill be a flight now.
“Come dine with me at the Land's End—
At three; they'll drive like fury—
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And see the play at Drury.’
Rail roads now, &c.
All things now, such our rail roads power,
Will move on monstrous frisky—
Tons of coals, and loads of flour,
And hogsheads of Cork whiskey!
Droves of hogs, and flocks of sheep,
Pig lead, and hops in pockets,
No more a sober pace will keep,
But fly about like rockets!
Rail roads now, &c.
Will move on monstrous frisky—
Tons of coals, and loads of flour,
And hogsheads of Cork whiskey!
Droves of hogs, and flocks of sheep,
Pig lead, and hops in pockets,
No more a sober pace will keep,
But fly about like rockets!
Rail roads now, &c.
In rail roads Cupid will delight—
The lover, hot as Etna,
May start at noon, and long ere night,
His fair one wed at Gretna!
All local love, we now shall scorn,
Our dear wives, Jane, and Nancy,
Will bear their offspring to be born,
Wherever they may fancy!
Rail roads now, &c.
The lover, hot as Etna,
May start at noon, and long ere night,
His fair one wed at Gretna!
All local love, we now shall scorn,
Our dear wives, Jane, and Nancy,
Will bear their offspring to be born,
Wherever they may fancy!
Rail roads now, &c.
Folks need for nothing feel at loss,
As e'er while in our slow clime;
“Two hundred miles, I'll step across,
And fetch your fan in no time:”
Some friends will come from Birmingham,
To lunch, put on, to treat them,
“These chops, for while you're turning them,
They can come here to eat them.”
Rail roads now, &c.
As e'er while in our slow clime;
“Two hundred miles, I'll step across,
And fetch your fan in no time:”
Some friends will come from Birmingham,
To lunch, put on, to treat them,
“These chops, for while you're turning them,
They can come here to eat them.”
Rail roads now, &c.
If you are challenged over night,
From law to keep your neck fast—
Just start at light, and you may fight,
In Calais before breakfast!
And if for debt, you're forced to fly,
Twelve bailiffs, upon bombshells;
Get but a-head, you may defy,
The rail roads, the essentials!
Rail roads now, &c.
From law to keep your neck fast—
Just start at light, and you may fight,
In Calais before breakfast!
And if for debt, you're forced to fly,
Twelve bailiffs, upon bombshells;
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The rail roads, the essentials!
Rail roads now, &c.
“I think I will, to clear my brain,
Run down, as I'm a sinner!
To Bath, get shaved, and back again,
Return in time for dinner!”
The lack of fish at Billingsgate,
Henceforth we shall make light on;
“Here John, step down, and bring some scate,
For supper, fresh from Brighton!”
Rail roads now, &c.
Run down, as I'm a sinner!
To Bath, get shaved, and back again,
Return in time for dinner!”
The lack of fish at Billingsgate,
Henceforth we shall make light on;
“Here John, step down, and bring some scate,
For supper, fresh from Brighton!”
Rail roads now, &c.
The posts, must to the rail roads bow,
Thought, will make them her mail roads;
The lightning to go quicker, now,
Will travel by the rail roads!
To such perfection we shall bring,
The motion that unshrinking,
We travel shall like anything,
And go along like winking!
Rail roads now, &c.
Thought, will make them her mail roads;
The lightning to go quicker, now,
Will travel by the rail roads!
To such perfection we shall bring,
The motion that unshrinking,
We travel shall like anything,
And go along like winking!
Rail roads now, &c.
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