An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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SONG AND NO SONG.
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Sung by Mr. Mathews, at the Theatre Royal, English Opera House, in the “Bashful Man.” Air—“Go to the Devil and shake yourself.”
‘There was once’—I declare I've begun it too high—
‘There was once’—I beg pardon, I've pitch'd it too low,
‘There was once’—in a different key I'll now try,
‘There was once on a time’—it began so I know.
Tis vexing, 'tis odd—I sha'n't hit it, I doubt—
‘There was once on a time’—dear, I'm singing too fast—
‘There was once on a time’—in the time I'm quite out—
I'm afraid that I shall not get through it at last.
‘There was once’—I beg pardon, I've pitch'd it too low,
‘There was once’—in a different key I'll now try,
‘There was once on a time’—it began so I know.
Tis vexing, 'tis odd—I sha'n't hit it, I doubt—
‘There was once on a time’—dear, I'm singing too fast—
‘There was once on a time’—in the time I'm quite out—
I'm afraid that I shall not get through it at last.
‘There was once on a time’—I'm as hoarse as a crow—
I've no voice, a'n't in cue—you'll laugh at me, 'tis plain;
You must really excuse me—I'm willing you know—
‘There was once on a time’—I'll begin it again.
‘There was once on a time’—I've a very bad cold,
‘That a man’—no, ‘a woman’—no, no, 'twas ‘a man’—
‘Was called on to sing, so the story is told’—
I cannot get through it, do all that I can.
I've no voice, a'n't in cue—you'll laugh at me, 'tis plain;
You must really excuse me—I'm willing you know—
‘There was once on a time’—I'll begin it again.
‘There was once on a time’—I've a very bad cold,
‘That a man’—no, ‘a woman’—no, no, 'twas ‘a man’—
‘Was called on to sing, so the story is told’—
I cannot get through it, do all that I can.
‘This man,’ as I said, ‘was call'd on for a song,
‘Or to drink salt and water, an odd sort of choice;
‘And being called on’—I shall not keep you long,
But I've been eating nuts, which are bad for the voice.
‘Being called on to sing,’ and, like me, half afraid,
Though, like me, by his side, he a beautiful girl had,
He said, ‘let me see’—oh, he got up and said,
‘Damme I must go, there's a hole in the ballad.’
‘Or to drink salt and water, an odd sort of choice;
‘And being called on’—I shall not keep you long,
But I've been eating nuts, which are bad for the voice.
‘Being called on to sing,’ and, like me, half afraid,
Though, like me, by his side, he a beautiful girl had,
He said, ‘let me see’—oh, he got up and said,
‘Damme I must go, there's a hole in the ballad.’
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