An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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CHAPTER OF CLOAKS.
When I came to town lately, I found, 'tis no joke,
Young and old men and women, all wearing a cloak,
So, thinks I, I will e'en do as other folks do,
To be in the fashion I'll have a cloak, too.
Derry down, &c.
Young and old men and women, all wearing a cloak,
So, thinks I, I will e'en do as other folks do,
To be in the fashion I'll have a cloak, too.
Derry down, &c.
Why not? for I'll prove, in the course of life's pother,
We all of us wear a cloak sometime or other;
For there's none but must own, in the midst of their pride,
They have something 'tis sometimes convenient to hide.
Derry down, &c.
We all of us wear a cloak sometime or other;
For there's none but must own, in the midst of their pride,
They have something 'tis sometimes convenient to hide.
Derry down, &c.
The Dandy, en militaire, still wears his cloak,
And thinks a cigar 'tis the tippy to smoke;
Of his fine frill and broaches he makes a great show,
But take off his cloak, 'tis all dicky, you know.
Derry down, &c.
And thinks a cigar 'tis the tippy to smoke;
Of his fine frill and broaches he makes a great show,
But take off his cloak, 'tis all dicky, you know.
Derry down, &c.
Young Miss with her beauty spots, rouge, airs, and graces,
In the hood of her cloak often carries two faces;
Her Lover still swears she's an angel uncommon,
Till she throws off her cloak, when he finds she's a woman.
Derry down, &c.
In the hood of her cloak often carries two faces;
Her Lover still swears she's an angel uncommon,
Till she throws off her cloak, when he finds she's a woman.
Derry down, &c.
The Lover, till wed, seems to court beauty's sway,
And swears he but lives her commands to obey.
But once tightly noosed in the conjugal yoke,
'Tis, ‘Do this, and do that, ma am!’ for off goes the cloak.
Derry down, &c.
And swears he but lives her commands to obey.
But once tightly noosed in the conjugal yoke,
'Tis, ‘Do this, and do that, ma am!’ for off goes the cloak.
Derry down, &c.
The Lawyer a cloak wears as well as the Lover,
So many old suits he has always to cover;
His cloak once thrown off shews a great deal of evil,
For 'stead of the Lawyer, oh, dear! there's the Devil!
Derry down, &c.
So many old suits he has always to cover;
His cloak once thrown off shews a great deal of evil,
For 'stead of the Lawyer, oh, dear! there's the Devil!
Derry down, &c.
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The Wine Merchant, now finding cloaks all the go.
To follow the fashion by no means is sloe—
When he once gets in Port, his superiors to ape,
He soon shews us his cloak has got plenty of Cape.
Derry down, &c.
To follow the fashion by no means is sloe—
When he once gets in Port, his superiors to ape,
He soon shews us his cloak has got plenty of Cape.
Derry down, &c.
The Patriot that he is honest declares,
And 'gainst places aed pensions most lustily swears—
But offer a little gold trimming and lace,
The cloak is thrown off, but we find there it's place!
Derry down, &c.
And 'gainst places aed pensions most lustily swears—
But offer a little gold trimming and lace,
The cloak is thrown off, but we find there it's place!
Derry down, &c.
The Maids wear a cloak, too, when the men they disparage—
Call Cupid a monster, and rail against marriage—
Swear a single life's bliss, and of husbands make joke,
Till Mr. Wright seen is, when off goes the cloak.
Derry down, &c.
Call Cupid a monster, and rail against marriage—
Swear a single life's bliss, and of husbands make joke,
Till Mr. Wright seen is, when off goes the cloak.
Derry down, &c.
The Doctor a very black cloak indeed carries,
A wooden surtout, in which all faults he buries—
Long, long may he keep his cloak all to himself,
For 'tis one I'd for ever have laid on the shelf.
Derry down, &c.
A wooden surtout, in which all faults he buries—
Long, long may he keep his cloak all to himself,
For 'tis one I'd for ever have laid on the shelf.
Derry down, &c.
The Statesman a cloak wears when giving his vote.
He finds it so handy to hide a turned coat—
In short, we have all of us cloaks in our houses,
And wanting them, wives oft make cloaks of their spouses.
Derry down, &c.
He finds it so handy to hide a turned coat—
In short, we have all of us cloaks in our houses,
And wanting them, wives oft make cloaks of their spouses.
Derry down, &c.
Now that all sometimes wear a cloak, having prov'd true,
I'll throw off my cloak—I must have none with you—
Believe me in zeal and obedience still fervent,
Your grateful devoted, and most humble servant.
Derry down, &c.
I'll throw off my cloak—I must have none with you—
Believe me in zeal and obedience still fervent,
Your grateful devoted, and most humble servant.
Derry down, &c.
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