An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE TWELVE COMPANIES.
With friends we can make free, they say,
Or else it were a pity;
So bound to to you, my friends, I'll take
My freedom in the City.
To praise our noble Companies
I'll socially endeavour,—
“The Twelve Companies of London!
May they flourish still for ever!”
Tol de rol, &c.
Or else it were a pity;
So bound to to you, my friends, I'll take
My freedom in the City.
To praise our noble Companies
I'll socially endeavour,—
“The Twelve Companies of London!
May they flourish still for ever!”
Tol de rol, &c.
In this, the age of Companies
Like bubbles daily breaking,
We're doubly bound to value those
That never were found shaking.
So strong in all good works they've stood,
They ne'er were known to shrink,
And supported by such noble bulwarks,
London ne'er can sink!
Tol de rol, &c.
Like bubbles daily breaking,
We're doubly bound to value those
That never were found shaking.
So strong in all good works they've stood,
They ne'er were known to shrink,
And supported by such noble bulwarks,
London ne'er can sink!
Tol de rol, &c.
First on the list, the Stationers,
Must dear be to the Muses;
The best aid of the Poet—
Who to sing their praise refuses?
Still may they stationary be,
For learning's circulation:
For paper currency we know,
Has often sav'd the nation.
Tol de rol, &c.
Must dear be to the Muses;
The best aid of the Poet—
Who to sing their praise refuses?
Still may they stationary be,
For learning's circulation:
For paper currency we know,
Has often sav'd the nation.
Tol de rol, &c.
Apothecaries, all must laud,
They balm our mortal ills;
And I could physic those, who would
Run down their draughts and pills!
Still may we meet in health, and own
We owe that health to them—
May they but want their drugs for those,
Their labours who'd condemn!
Tol de rol, &c.
They balm our mortal ills;
And I could physic those, who would
Run down their draughts and pills!
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We owe that health to them—
May they but want their drugs for those,
Their labours who'd condemn!
Tol de rol, &c.
In these enlighten'd times,
While we've of gratitude a spark,
We must not let the Tallow Chandlers' light
Shine in the dark.
There's none that more deserve,
Their fellow-citizen's applause,
For they are form'd in Honour's mould,
And burn in virtue's cause
Tol de rol, &c.
While we've of gratitude a spark,
We must not let the Tallow Chandlers' light
Shine in the dark.
There's none that more deserve,
Their fellow-citizen's applause,
For they are form'd in Honour's mould,
And burn in virtue's cause
Tol de rol, &c.
Clothworkers' shall we slight you,
Now that we have clear'd the cloth?
Success be your's—I'm sure none here
To drink it will be loth.
And, while we're o'er our wine, should we
The Vintner's merits pass?
Such want of taste might well make us
Asham'd to face the glass.
Tol de rol, &c.
Now that we have clear'd the cloth?
Success be your's—I'm sure none here
To drink it will be loth.
And, while we're o'er our wine, should we
The Vintner's merits pass?
Such want of taste might well make us
Asham'd to face the glass.
Tol de rol, &c.
Then here's the Ironmongers'
And the lasting deeds they've wrought—
The city's best sheet anchor—
Let us hail them as we ought!
The Merchant Tailors' praise, too,
It fitting is we should,
For they suit every one complete—
Their measures are so good.
Tol de rol, &c.
And the lasting deeds they've wrought—
The city's best sheet anchor—
Let us hail them as we ought!
The Merchant Tailors' praise, too,
It fitting is we should,
For they suit every one complete—
Their measures are so good.
Tol de rol, &c.
Who to the Skinners' can deny
His approbation's meed,
I only this will say,
Is well deserving to be flead.
The Goldsmiths sterling value
Has been so often tried,
And pass'd current through the world,
It alike is London's pride!
Tol de rol, &c.
His approbation's meed,
I only this will say,
Is well deserving to be flead.
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Has been so often tried,
And pass'd current through the world,
It alike is London's pride!
Tol de rol, &c.
Fishmongers', all your generous acts,
None here can e'er forget;
Long may you flourish, and still find
All fish that comes to net.
In actions of humanity
The Drapers' first we view;
They feed the poor and hungry,
And they clothe the naked too.
Tol de rol, &c
None here can e'er forget;
Long may you flourish, and still find
All fish that comes to net.
In actions of humanity
The Drapers' first we view;
They feed the poor and hungry,
And they clothe the naked too.
Tol de rol, &c
Unremember'd the fair dealings
Of the Grocers ne'er can be;
For in all the sweets of life,
They found at home are to a T.
Their goodness, after dinner,
Our ladies still confess,
An example, sirs, so fair,
That we, sure, can do no less.
Tol de rol,
Of the Grocers ne'er can be;
For in all the sweets of life,
They found at home are to a T.
Their goodness, after dinner,
Our ladies still confess,
An example, sirs, so fair,
That we, sure, can do no less.
Tol de rol,
Now, having prais'd the glorious twelve,
Or made, at least, endeavour:
I'll, in conclusion, hope again,
They flourish may for ever!
In wishing well to Companies,
So kind is your reception—
I beg the present company
May not be an exception!
Tol de rol, &c.
Or made, at least, endeavour:
I'll, in conclusion, hope again,
They flourish may for ever!
In wishing well to Companies,
So kind is your reception—
I beg the present company
May not be an exception!
Tol de rol, &c.
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