An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE YANKEY NOTIONIST.
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Sung by Mr G. H. Hill, the celebrated American Comedian, at the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh. Air—“Paris Revels.”
Though in my youth I college mist,
And am no great grammarian,
Yet I'm a first chop notionist,
And cute Utilitarian;
But that my word you may not doubt,
Nor jump at my pretensions—
I guess I'll just the list run out,
Of my bran new inventions!
Steam and gas, go slick a a-head,
To all things we can' t'wixt em;
Fortunes now are only made,
By the High Pressure system.
And am no great grammarian,
Yet I'm a first chop notionist,
And cute Utilitarian;
But that my word you may not doubt,
Nor jump at my pretensions—
I guess I'll just the list run out,
Of my bran new inventions!
Steam and gas, go slick a a-head,
To all things we can' t'wixt em;
Fortunes now are only made,
By the High Pressure system.
First, there's my bran new rail road shoes,
Which have such wondrous power.
They'll go wherever you may choose—
One hundred miles an hour!
They'll steer on active as a rocket,
You'll find to them no fellows;
If you've but coal enough in pocket,
To urge on the impellers.
Steam, and gas, &c,
Which have such wondrous power.
They'll go wherever you may choose—
One hundred miles an hour!
They'll steer on active as a rocket,
You'll find to them no fellows;
If you've but coal enough in pocket,
To urge on the impellers.
Steam, and gas, &c,
Then, there's my cabriolet balloon,
Which in a brace of courses,
Will take you upon to the moon,
But raise the wind for horses.
Never mind what people preach,
Though they my carriage run down—
You'll safely terra firma reach,
If properly you come down.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Which in a brace of courses,
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But raise the wind for horses.
Never mind what people preach,
Though they my carriage run down—
You'll safely terra firma reach,
If properly you come down.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Mine is the March of Intellect,
Though folks may think me frantic;
A suspension rail road I'll erect
To cross o'er the Atlantic!
A million floating capital,
Expences to be bearing,
My shares for their gold have they shall
For it's all done by sharing.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Though folks may think me frantic;
A suspension rail road I'll erect
To cross o'er the Atlantic!
A million floating capital,
Expences to be bearing,
My shares for their gold have they shall
For it's all done by sharing.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Then, there's my pills, that cure all ills,
Each malady they rout, sir, quite—
For such their power—they in an hour
Will turn you inside out, right!
My lozenge to stop women's tongues,
I pride myself for making them;
A box will stop the noisiest lungs,
They can't talk while they're taking them.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Each malady they rout, sir, quite—
For such their power—they in an hour
Will turn you inside out, right!
My lozenge to stop women's tongues,
I pride myself for making them;
A box will stop the noisiest lungs,
They can't talk while they're taking them.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Then there's my five pow'r spinning jenny,
Throws gowns off for each gay day,
For thirteen pence, worth half a guinea,
And makes each wench a lady.
'Tis by mechanic's I do all,
The fire-grate, and the kettle;
Want what you will, you've but to call
My friends on Doctor Whittle.
Steam, and gas, &c.
Throws gowns off for each gay day,
For thirteen pence, worth half a guinea,
And makes each wench a lady.
'Tis by mechanic's I do all,
The fire-grate, and the kettle;
Want what you will, you've but to call
My friends on Doctor Whittle.
Steam, and gas, &c.
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