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An Original Collection of Songs

sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff

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THE FIDDLELESS DANCING MASTER!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE FIDDLELESS DANCING MASTER!

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Sung by Mr. J. Russell, in the “Strand-ed Actor.” [The singing of this Song is usually prefaced, for the better understanding of it, by the following remarks. A country Dancing Master, going to give a lesson to a young lady, unfortunately lost, or mislaid his fiddle. What to do he knew not—his pupil could not dance without music, and music there was none, except he could make some. He therefore bethought himself of the expedient of substituting a vocal for the instrumental accompaniment, and accordingly sung the tune to which the young lady's steps were to be regulated; but as he had continually to keep giving directions, and yet could not leave off singing, he was obliged to set them to music, and make them form a part of the harmony; the ludicrous effect of which may be more easily conceived than told by the singing of the following imitation.] Air—‘Hey for the life of a Soldier’

Fal lal—Curtsy dear miss, if you please,
Tol de rol lol lol—not too low;
Ti tum—mind how you bend your knees—

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Whack fal diddle dal—now then go!
Tol de rol lol lol—hold up your head,
Ri tum tiddle tum—point your toe;
Zounds! you don't mind a word I've said,
Fal lal—how can you blunder so?
Tooral looral—don't you see?
Third position—fal lal lal!
Chassee, cross hands—set to me—
Zounds! the devil's in the girl!
Ri tol diddle dol—right and left!
Doodle doodle—down the middle—
Zounds! you're sure of sense bereft—
Where the devil is my fiddle?
Ri tol, &c.
Zounds! you'd make an angel swear,
Whack fal diddle dal—try again;
Now swing corners—gently there,
I shall ne'er get on that's plain!
Hey down derry—look at me,
Rump ti iddity—you're behind,
How can you so stupid be?
Lango dillo do miss mind!
Tol de rol lol lol—up and down,
Ti tum ti—give me your hand;
Mind, zounds! or, you'll crack your crown.
Tang tang tweedle—allemand.
Tiddle dum dido—that's the way,
Chip chow cherry chow—how you sidle;
What would Taglioni say?
Where the devil is my fiddle?
Tol de rol, &c.
I've lost the time—don't start too soon,
You must cut with greater force;
Row dow dow dow—curse the tune,
Tooral tooral—I'm quite hoarse.
Yankey Doodle—now then go,
Chaine en dame—ri tiddle ti tum,

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Don't you see you've lost your shoe?
Pick it up, miss—diddle di dum.
Bow wow—this will be my death,
You're as stupid as a post;
Whack fal—I'm quite out of breath,
Tol lol—I'll give up the ghost!
Do you hear, miss, what I say?
Was there ever minx so idle?
We must leave off for the day—
I wish the devil had my fiddle.
Ri tol lol, &c