An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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PUNCH'S OPERA.
Hark! don't you hear the horn?
As sure as you are born
They are bringing Mr. Punch,
With his belly and his hunch!
Yes, attracted by the noise,
See the little girls and boys,
All crowding to behold him, in a bunch here!
Now, they stop,
Stand they drop,
Bugle sounds,
Crowd surrounds—
Man gets in,
To begin!
I can't see,
What's that to me?
Mind my toes—
Oh, my nose!
[OMITTED]
As sure as you are born
They are bringing Mr. Punch,
With his belly and his hunch!
Yes, attracted by the noise,
See the little girls and boys,
All crowding to behold him, in a bunch here!
Now, they stop,
Stand they drop,
Bugle sounds,
Crowd surrounds—
Man gets in,
To begin!
I can't see,
What's that to me?
Mind my toes—
Oh, my nose!
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Hey down—oh down, derry derry down,
Oh, bravo! what a hero's Mr. Punch, sir!
[OMITTED]
Oh, bravo! what a hero's Mr. Punch, sir!
I shall knock you hey down, &c.
Now all is fun and noise,
Loud shout the little boys
The girls prick up their ears,
Mr. Punch, again appears!
Hark! be's calling for his horse,
'Tis brought to him of course—
An appetite to get him for his lunch, oh
Now gavotting,
See, he's trotting—
Now, he canters,
Jokes, and banters—
In the saddle,
Mounts a straddle—
Takes the reins,
Then with pains—
Hark! that groan,
Sure he's thrown!
[OMITTED]
Loud shout the little boys
The girls prick up their ears,
Mr. Punch, again appears!
Hark! be's calling for his horse,
'Tis brought to him of course—
An appetite to get him for his lunch, oh
Now gavotting,
See, he's trotting—
Now, he canters,
Jokes, and banters—
In the saddle,
Mounts a straddle—
Takes the reins,
Then with pains—
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Sure he's thrown!
Hey down! ho down—derry derry down!
What a wonderful hero's Mr, Punch, sir!
What a wonderful hero's Mr, Punch, sir!
Hey down, ho down, &c.
But now the ends in view,
You'll find 'tis very true,
For they're coming with the hat,
None can sure object to that.
See, they've brought Punch to the gallows,
Who hardened seems and callous—
Though a chokey-pear they are swearing he shall munch, sir.
Cap and rope,
Little hope—
Mister Ketch,
Neck to stretch;
Parson soothing,
Dance on nothing—
Ticklish touch
Drop too much,
Though they tell him he in paradise will lunch, sir.
[OMITTED]
But now the ends in view,
You'll find 'tis very true,
For they're coming with the hat,
None can sure object to that.
See, they've brought Punch to the gallows,
Who hardened seems and callous—
Though a chokey-pear they are swearing he shall munch, sir.
Cap and rope,
Little hope—
Mister Ketch,
Neck to stretch;
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Dance on nothing—
Ticklish touch
Drop too much,
Though they tell him he in paradise will lunch, sir.
Hey down, &c.
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