An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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MUNDEN'S CHAPTER OF BENEFITS.
Many chapters I've read of folks, fashions, and Kings,
Sights, pockets, and other like everyday things—
But of Chapters there's none half so proper, that's clear,
As to read o'er my Chapter of Benefits, here.
Derry down, &c.
Sights, pockets, and other like everyday things—
But of Chapters there's none half so proper, that's clear,
As to read o'er my Chapter of Benefits, here.
Derry down, &c.
My first was, when long in the country I've stump'd
Up to town with ‘The Farmer,’ brisk lemmy, I jump'd—
And straight through ‘The Turnpike Gate’ merrily pass'd,
Where still I've remain'd your Crack man to the last.
Derry down, &c.
Up to town with ‘The Farmer,’ brisk lemmy, I jump'd—
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Where still I've remain'd your Crack man to the last.
Derry down, &c.
‘Sprigs of Laurel’ I gather'd in Nipperkin next,
Nor felt in the high ‘Road to Ruin’ perplex'd.
As Old Dornton, the Banker, I urg'd Nature's cause,
And drew immense Drafts on the public applause,
Derry down, &c.
Nor felt in the high ‘Road to Ruin’ perplex'd.
As Old Dornton, the Banker, I urg'd Nature's cause,
And drew immense Drafts on the public applause,
Derry down, &c.
We very well know ‘Every one has his Fault,’
But as Harmony often I made anger halt—
I have met with my ‘Rivals,’ but, say what they will,
In Sir Anthony, faith, I was Absolute still I
Derry down, &c.
But as Harmony often I made anger halt—
I have met with my ‘Rivals,’ but, say what they will,
In Sir Anthony, faith, I was Absolute still I
Derry down, &c.
The brisk ‘Busy Body’ my fame next advances—
I gave public favour a Gripe in Sir Francis—
And in serving the public, I truly can say,
I a great Busy body have proved to this day.
Derry down, &c.
I gave public favour a Gripe in Sir Francis—
And in serving the public, I truly can say,
I a great Busy body have proved to this day.
Derry down, &c.
In ‘Speed the Plough’ Able and Handy I prov'd,
As from project to project I merrily rov'd—
I invented a new plan to pleasure the town,
And reap'd a rich harvest of wealth and renown!
Derry down, &c.
As from project to project I merrily rov'd—
I invented a new plan to pleasure the town,
And reap'd a rich harvest of wealth and renown!
Derry down, &c.
In a ‘Cure for the Heart Ache’ I rapidly rose,
And cured many sad hearts, I trust of their woes—
As Old Rapid, the Tailor, I made a new suit
For the Public—and gain'd cash and custom to boot.
Derry down, &c.
And cured many sad hearts, I trust of their woes—
As Old Rapid, the Tailor, I made a new suit
For the Public—and gain'd cash and custom to boot.
Derry down, &c.
Still Watchful in ‘Past Ten o'clock’ for your ease,
As Old Dozey I proved I awake was to please—
Yes, night after night to my post I was true,
Till at last in Sam Dabbs you found out ‘Who was Who?’
Derry down, &c.
As Old Dozey I proved I awake was to please—
Yes, night after night to my post I was true,
Till at last in Sam Dabbs you found out ‘Who was Who?’
Derry down, &c.
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But though I've through so many characters past,
There's one that will stick to me still to the last—
It is, as I hope, many here fully know,
Your obliged, your devoted, your constant friend, Joe.
Derry down, &c.
There's one that will stick to me still to the last—
It is, as I hope, many here fully know,
Your obliged, your devoted, your constant friend, Joe.
Derry down, &c.
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