An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE WONDERFUL SKITTLE-PLAYER!
Baron Bowlemdowndingsdorff, as old legends say,
In Amsterdam lived, and played skittles all day,
With Mynheer Rollempolem, the idlest of lubbers,
But those who at bowls play, will sometimes get rubbers.
Derry down, &c.
In Amsterdam lived, and played skittles all day,
With Mynheer Rollempolem, the idlest of lubbers,
But those who at bowls play, will sometimes get rubbers.
Derry down, &c.
And the Baron once catching Mynheer playing foul,
Knocked him straight on the head, in a rage, with a bowl.
For which, as none could again set up the sinner,
The Baron was ordered a chop for his dinner.
Derry down, &c.
Knocked him straight on the head, in a rage, with a bowl.
For which, as none could again set up the sinner,
The Baron was ordered a chop for his dinner.
Derry down, &c.
I'm content, he exclaimed, but one boon grant me, pray,
Ere my head on the block, like a blockhead, I lay;
On the scaffold, at skittles a game let me win,
I shall die quite content—I shall not care a pin.
Derry down, &c.
Ere my head on the block, like a blockhead, I lay;
On the scaffold, at skittles a game let me win,
I shall die quite content—I shall not care a pin.
Derry down, &c.
Agreed! cried the judge. Well, the fatal day came,
When the Baron was brought out to play his last game.
On the scaffold the skittles and axe were both ready,
With a gallon of Hollands, just to keep his hand steady.
Derry down, &c.
When the Baron was brought out to play his last game.
On the scaffold the skittles and axe were both ready,
With a gallon of Hollands, just to keep his hand steady.
Derry down, &c.
Jack Ketch set the pins up, the Sheriff kept count,
'Twas settled a score was to be the amount:
Said the Baron, said he— ‘'Till 'tis one by the clock,
I shall play for my life, stake my head 'gainst the block.’
Derry down, &c.
'Twas settled a score was to be the amount:
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I shall play for my life, stake my head 'gainst the block.’
Derry down, &c.
Well, he played with great glee, forgetting, poor elf!
That the next dead man down might, alas! be himself—
When the holy friar, who was quite tired of staying,
Said, 'tis clear to be seen for his life he is playing.
Derry down, &c.
That the next dead man down might, alas! be himself—
When the holy friar, who was quite tired of staying,
Said, 'tis clear to be seen for his life he is playing.
Derry down, &c.
The Sheriff, too, thinking he would never give o'er—
For he still kept exclaiming, ‘Another bowl more!’
Here whispered Jack Ketch, who stood close at their backs,
‘When next he stoops down make sharp work with your axe.’
Derry down, &c.
For he still kept exclaiming, ‘Another bowl more!’
Here whispered Jack Ketch, who stood close at their backs,
‘When next he stoops down make sharp work with your axe.’
Derry down, &c.
To cut short my tale, Jack obeyed the command,
And the poor Baron soon had his head in his hand—
For, rising up quick, to see what had occurred,
He took his own head for the bowl, 'pou my word.
Derry down, &c.
And the poor Baron soon had his head in his hand—
For, rising up quick, to see what had occurred,
He took his own head for the bowl, 'pou my word.
Derry down, &c.
Though somewhat confused, as you'll guess, by his loss,
At the skittles he threw it with wonderful force;
When all nine falling down, so correct was the aim,
The head holloa'd out, ‘Damme, I've won the game!’
Derry down, &c.
At the skittles he threw it with wonderful force;
When all nine falling down, so correct was the aim,
The head holloa'd out, ‘Damme, I've won the game!’
Derry down, &c.
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