An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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GOOD DOCTRINE.
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Sung by Mr. Harley, at the Theatrical Fund Dinner, Drury Lane Beef Steak Club, &c. &c. Air—“Derry down.”
Twelve parsons, once went, to a 'Squire's to dine,
Who was famous for giving good ven'son and wine:
All great friends to the cloth, with good living in view,
Quite grace-full they sat down, as parsons should do!
Derry down, down, down, derry down!
Who was famous for giving good ven'son and wine:
All great friends to the cloth, with good living in view,
Quite grace-full they sat down, as parsons should do!
Derry down, down, down, derry down!
A wicked young whipster, our worthy 'Squire's cousin,
Whisper'd—“Cousin, I boldly will lay rump and dozen,
Though here we've a dozen staunch parsons, God wot,
Not one of the twelve has a prayer-book got.”
Derry down, &c.
Whisper'd—“Cousin, I boldly will lay rump and dozen,
Though here we've a dozen staunch parsons, God wot,
Not one of the twelve has a prayer-book got.”
Derry down, &c.
“Agreed!” cried the 'Squire,—“Coz, we must not be loth,
Such a wager to lay, for the sake of the cloth:
The parsons, no doubt, to confute you, are able,
So we'll bring, with the dinner, the bet on the table.”
Derry down, &c.
Such a wager to lay, for the sake of the cloth:
The parsons, no doubt, to confute you, are able,
So we'll bring, with the dinner, the bet on the table.”
Derry down, &c.
Dinner came: cried the 'Squire—“A new grace I will say,
Has any one here got a prayer-book, pray?”
Quite glum look'd the priests, cough'd, and with one accord,
Cried “Mine's lost!”—“Mine's at home!”—“Mine's at church, by the Lord!”
Derry down, &c.
Has any one here got a prayer-book, pray?”
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Cried “Mine's lost!”—“Mine's at home!”—“Mine's at church, by the Lord!”
Derry down, &c.
Quoth our cousin—“Dear 'Squire, I my wager have won,
But another I purpose to win, ere I've done;
Though the parsons could not bring a prayer-book to view,
I the same bet will lay, they have each a corkscrew.”
Derry down. &c.
But another I purpose to win, ere I've done;
Though the parsons could not bring a prayer-book to view,
I the same bet will lay, they have each a corkscrew.”
Derry down. &c.
“Done! done!” roared the 'Squire—“Holloa, butler! bring nearer
That excellent magnum of ancient Madeira.”
'Twas brought—“Let's decant it—a corkscrew, good John’—
Here each of the parsons roar'd out—“I've got one”
Derry down, &c.
That excellent magnum of ancient Madeira.”
'Twas brought—“Let's decant it—a corkscrew, good John’—
Here each of the parsons roar'd out—“I've got one”
Derry down, &c.
MORAL.
But let us not censure our parsons for this,
When a thing's in its place, it can ne'er come amiss,
Pray'r-books won't serve for corkscrews, and I'm such a sinner,
Though a sermon I like, I don't want it at dinner.
Derry down, &c.
When a thing's in its place, it can ne'er come amiss,
Pray'r-books won't serve for corkscrews, and I'm such a sinner,
Though a sermon I like, I don't want it at dinner.
Derry down, &c.
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