An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE DELIGHTS OF NEWGATE!
I'll sing you a song about Newgate, brave boys,
Ri tol li tol li tol diddle dol.
Those who rail against Newgate don't know half its joys,
Ri tol li tol li tol diddle dol!
Board, lodging, and washing for nothing we boast,
And servants provided at Government cost.
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol li tol li tol diddle dol.
Those who rail against Newgate don't know half its joys,
Ri tol li tol li tol diddle dol!
Board, lodging, and washing for nothing we boast,
And servants provided at Government cost.
Ri tol, &c.
In Newgate we've nothing to bother our lives,
Ri tol, &c.
We're none of us troubled with children or wives,
Ri tol, &c.
And three times a week, 'twould be rude to decline—
The Lord Mayor and Sheriffs invite us to dine.
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol, &c.
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Ri tol, &c.
And three times a week, 'twould be rude to decline—
The Lord Mayor and Sheriffs invite us to dine.
Ri tol, &c.
A place more convenient, boys, who could desire?
Ri tol, &c.
We none of us, here, are in danger of fire,
Ri tol, &c.
Such care's taken of us, by Stone and his elves,
That no one insures, no not even themselves.
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol, &c.
We none of us, here, are in danger of fire,
Ri tol, &c.
Such care's taken of us, by Stone and his elves,
That no one insures, no not even themselves.
Ri tol, &c.
In Newgate, boys, thanks to our honest friend Jack,
Ri tol, &c.
None of our companions we're sure will hang back—
Ri tol, &c.
And 'tis pleasure to think, that while here we may stop,
It has cellars can always supply us a drop.
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol, &c.
None of our companions we're sure will hang back—
Ri tol, &c.
And 'tis pleasure to think, that while here we may stop,
It has cellars can always supply us a drop.
Ri tol, &c.
The best judges often come here, for depend,
Ri tol, &c.
All that's bad must, in Newgate, at last find an end,
Ri tol, &c.
And as to the ladies, 'tis just to their mind,
When to Newgate they come, they're all of them confined
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol, &c.
All that's bad must, in Newgate, at last find an end,
Ri tol, &c.
And as to the ladies, 'tis just to their mind,
When to Newgate they come, they're all of them confined
Ri tol, &c.
Then we've doctors here will, when we're at our last kick,
Ri tol, &c.
Put us out of our pain, without fee, very quick,
Ri tol, &c.
And when forc'd to take leave, such our wish to remain,
We all work very hard till we get back again.
Ri tol, &c.
Ri tol, &c.
Put us out of our pain, without fee, very quick,
Ri tol, &c.
And when forc'd to take leave, such our wish to remain,
We all work very hard till we get back again.
Ri tol, &c.
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