An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE GOOD OLD ENGLISH GENTLEWOMAN.
We've. young and old, all lately heard revived the good old rhyme
Of the Good Old English Gentleman that lov'd the olden time—
And since old subjects please so well, it sure can't be a crime
With the good old English Lady's worth to make a pleasant chime.
The good old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
Of the Good Old English Gentleman that lov'd the olden time—
And since old subjects please so well, it sure can't be a crime
With the good old English Lady's worth to make a pleasant chime.
The good old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
The heiress of a good old house, embosomed 'mongst the rooks,
The good old tenants, as they pass'd, all bless'd her comely looks—
She learnt to write the good old way, with hangers and pot hooks,
And though no wondrous scholar, yet she was the best of cooks!
Was the good Old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
The good old tenants, as they pass'd, all bless'd her comely looks—
She learnt to write the good old way, with hangers and pot hooks,
And though no wondrous scholar, yet she was the best of cooks!
Was the good Old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
The good old housewifery to study with the sun she'd rise,
And got by heart the good old way of making puddings—pies!
Preserves and pickles, jellies, jams, and home-made wines, likewise!
Old salves and plaisters for old hurts, which made her quite a prize!
The good Old Englishwoman
Of the olden time!
And got by heart the good old way of making puddings—pies!
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Old salves and plaisters for old hurts, which made her quite a prize!
The good Old Englishwoman
Of the olden time!
She'd all the old accomplishments within herself combin'd—
Work'd samplers—play'd the harpsichord—could sing, too, when inclined—
Danc'd Minuets—although she own'd that much more to her mind
Were the good old Country Dances, when a hundred couples join'd!
The good Old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
Work'd samplers—play'd the harpsichord—could sing, too, when inclined—
Danc'd Minuets—although she own'd that much more to her mind
Were the good old Country Dances, when a hundred couples join'd!
The good Old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
With good old hoops and stomachers she dignified her carriage—
The good old customs she kept up of courting and of marriage—
The caudle and the christening—which let no one disparage—
With one-and-twenty children, too—for she liv'd to a rare age—
The good old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
The good old customs she kept up of courting and of marriage—
The caudle and the christening—which let no one disparage—
With one-and-twenty children, too—for she liv'd to a rare age—
The good old English Gentlewoman
Of the olden time!
She did not long survive her good old Lord when 'neath the mould,
But made her will, and calmly died, and 'tis with pleasure told,
'Mongst many a good old charity she freely shared her gold,
And left her good old name to be encreased a hundred fold—
The good Old English Gentlewoman
Of thè olden time!
But made her will, and calmly died, and 'tis with pleasure told,
'Mongst many a good old charity she freely shared her gold,
And left her good old name to be encreased a hundred fold—
The good Old English Gentlewoman
Of thè olden time!
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