An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE CRUEL COURTSHIP.
Oh, cruel 'tis unlov'd to live, yet cruel is Love's smart—
Oh, cruel has Love been to me, and broke my tender heart
The fair sex all great cheats have prov'd, and foil' my hopes of bliss—
I never made a hit but once, and that turn'd out a miss!
Oh, cruel has Love been to me, and broke my tender heart
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I never made a hit but once, and that turn'd out a miss!
Oh, cruel was my first love, and barbarous to boot,
For when I ask'd her for her hand, she handed me her foot.
Perhaps 'twas right to hide her love, and blush at all my prayers—
But what the devil good was there in kicking me down stairs?
For when I ask'd her for her hand, she handed me her foot.
Perhaps 'twas right to hide her love, and blush at all my prayers—
But what the devil good was there in kicking me down stairs?
Oh, cruel was my second love, who'd ten pounds in the Stocks,
And cruelly she snared me, in her cruel auburn locks.
I took the shears and cut a curl, but stared like any pig,
When she cried, “You cruel puppy! curse you, you have spoil'd my wig!”
And cruelly she snared me, in her cruel auburn locks.
I took the shears and cut a curl, but stared like any pig,
When she cried, “You cruel puppy! curse you, you have spoil'd my wig!”
And cruel was my third love, who went with me to church,
But at the cruel door was forced to leave me in the lurch—
By six cruel children, ready made, who claim'd her pots and pans,
And a cruel Irish husband, who bawl'd, “I forbid the banns!”
But at the cruel door was forced to leave me in the lurch—
By six cruel children, ready made, who claim'd her pots and pans,
And a cruel Irish husband, who bawl'd, “I forbid the banns!”
And cruel was my last love, who said she'd marry me
If veiled, to spare her blushes, I would let her wedded be:
But when the marriage was performed, with a cruel lot of bother,
Unveil'd, and shewed me I had wed her cruel old grandmother!
If veiled, to spare her blushes, I would let her wedded be:
But when the marriage was performed, with a cruel lot of bother,
Unveil'd, and shewed me I had wed her cruel old grandmother!
Oh, cruel was the Clerk that gave her to me for a wife,
And cruel was the Parson, that made her mine for life
And cruel were the Marrowbones, that clang'd such merry knells,
And I wish the ropes were round their necks that rung the cruel Bells.
And cruel was the Parson, that made her mine for life
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And I wish the ropes were round their necks that rung the cruel Bells.
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