An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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TRIP TO BATH.
When winter's nearly over,
And summer comes in clover,
From the “George and Blue Boar” the folks start;
The men of wit and treasure,
Cits and wits, to take their pleasure,
All for Bath, in a hurry, depart.
Cramm'd, snugly, in their places,
The tits fast in their traces,
While coachee smirks, our favour to curry—
The wheels they loudly rattle,
The passengers they prattle,
And all is noise and hurry scurry, flurry!
Hurry scurry, flight and flurry,
To Bath, dear Bath, we hurry,
To keep soul and body alive.
And summer comes in clover,
From the “George and Blue Boar” the folks start;
The men of wit and treasure,
Cits and wits, to take their pleasure,
All for Bath, in a hurry, depart.
Cramm'd, snugly, in their places,
The tits fast in their traces,
While coachee smirks, our favour to curry—
The wheels they loudly rattle,
The passengers they prattle,
And all is noise and hurry scurry, flurry!
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To Bath, dear Bath, we hurry,
To keep soul and body alive.
At Bath, now, stretching, yawning,
Till it is twelve in the morning,
Their pleasure at length is complete;
Then the folks their pins are moving,
And the joys of Bath they're proving,
Messrs. Tag, Rag, and Bobtail they meet.
To the Pump Room then they're hasting,
The waters to be tasting,
Where everything is quickly set in motion—
Then in the hot bath dipping,
Steaming, stewing, scalding, dripping,
Men and women mix, and bathe in fond devotion.
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Till it is twelve in the morning,
Their pleasure at length is complete;
Then the folks their pins are moving,
And the joys of Bath they're proving,
Messrs. Tag, Rag, and Bobtail they meet.
To the Pump Room then they're hasting,
The waters to be tasting,
Where everything is quickly set in motion—
Then in the hot bath dipping,
Steaming, stewing, scalding, dripping,
Men and women mix, and bathe in fond devotion.
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Hurry scurry, &c.
Then to morning concerts hasting,
The charms of music tasting,
Between each song we laugh and joke so funny;
And at two the Loo we're shuffling,
At the libraries we're raffling,
Where we lose, alike, our tempers and our money.
With an appetite for dinner,
That we mayn't grow any thinner,
To fish, and flesh, and fowl we're homewards prancing,
Till the gay assembly finding,
The day we up are winding,
With cakes, with cards, with negus, scan mag, dancing.
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The charms of music tasting,
Between each song we laugh and joke so funny;
And at two the Loo we're shuffling,
At the libraries we're raffling,
Where we lose, alike, our tempers and our money.
With an appetite for dinner,
That we mayn't grow any thinner,
To fish, and flesh, and fowl we're homewards prancing,
Till the gay assembly finding,
The day we up are winding,
With cakes, with cards, with negus, scan mag, dancing.
Hurry scurry, flight and flurry,
To Bath, dear Bath, we hurry,
To keep soul and body alive.
To Bath, dear Bath, we hurry,
To keep soul and body alive.
| An Original Collection of Songs | |