An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE FAST MAN!
Of the Dutchman's fast Cork Leg they've told,
And the Fast Steam Arm of the Soldier bold—
But a story I will now unfold
Of a faster than either these heroes old!
With a tooral looral, &c.
And the Fast Steam Arm of the Soldier bold—
But a story I will now unfold
Of a faster than either these heroes old!
With a tooral looral, &c.
Jack Highfly was so very fast,
That both these worthies he surpass'd—
'Tis true he had in haste been cast,
But he'd fifty-tramp power to the last!
With a tooral looral, &c.
That both these worthies he surpass'd—
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But he'd fifty-tramp power to the last!
With a tooral looral, &c.
His sire—to whom he was mos dear—
Left him, 'tis said, ten thousand clear—
Which, without staying to shed a tear,
He got through in a single year!
With his tooral looral, &c.
Left him, 'tis said, ten thousand clear—
Which, without staying to shed a tear,
He got through in a single year!
With his tooral looral, &c.
Fine lodgings had Jack all about town,
With a lady gay, his bliss to crown—
The Bank of Englond he could have knock'd down,
For fastness he had such renown!
With a tooral looral, &c.
With a lady gay, his bliss to crown—
The Bank of Englond he could have knock'd down,
For fastness he had such renown!
With a tooral looral, &c.
When his tailor to patronise Jack chose,
He always order'd twelve suits of clothes—
Though he didn't with Snip stop, you'll suppose,
But order'd as many hats, boots, and hose!
With a tooral looral, &c.
He always order'd twelve suits of clothes—
Though he didn't with Snip stop, you'll suppose,
But order'd as many hats, boots, and hose!
With a tooral looral, &c.
Drink more than any one, Jack could—
Any quantity given from bottle or wood—
When it wasn't his own—but that's understood—
So a four bottle man he was still held good!
With a tooral looral, &c.
Any quantity given from bottle or wood—
When it wasn't his own—but that's understood—
So a four bottle man he was still held good!
With a tooral looral, &c.
You may believe that the truth I tell,
When I say he outran the Constable—
For running in debt he was own'd to excel—
He head over ears still ran so well!
With a tooral looral, &c.
When I say he outran the Constable—
For running in debt he was own'd to excel—
He head over ears still ran so well!
With a tooral looral, &c.
It was always high pressure—a time of need—
But his ‘steam up’ Jack run at the top of his speed—
And having no check rein, was sure to succeed,
For Anti Attrition was never his creed.
With a tooral looral, &c.
But his ‘steam up’ Jack run at the top of his speed—
And having no check rein, was sure to succeed,
For Anti Attrition was never his creed.
With a tooral looral, &c.
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But this Railroad pace—though quite the thing
When on business or pleasure we wish to take wing,
The Man Locomotive don't suit, Poets sing,
The Coal burnt, and low water mark, at the spring!
With a tooral looral, &c.
When on business or pleasure we wish to take wing,
The Man Locomotive don't suit, Poets sing,
The Coal burnt, and low water mark, at the spring!
With a tooral looral, &c.
The Bailiffs to nab Jack, vainly ran—
From Monday, when the week began—
For the Artful Dodge was still Jack's plan—
And they swore they ne'er follow'd so fast a man!
With a tooral looral, &c.
From Monday, when the week began—
For the Artful Dodge was still Jack's plan—
And they swore they ne'er follow'd so fast a man!
With a tooral looral, &c.
Jack lived so fast that his race he'd run
Long ere he had reach'd twenty-one!
Yet he lived forty years did this son of a gun—
For he turn'd nights to days. Now my song it is done.
With a tooral, looral, &c.
Long ere he had reach'd twenty-one!
Yet he lived forty years did this son of a gun—
For he turn'd nights to days. Now my song it is done.
With a tooral, looral, &c.
MORAL.
But lest at my muse you should stand aghast,A Moral I'll draw that must not be past.
Highflyers beware, if you'd wish to last,
And take care that you do not live quite so Fast!
With a tooral looral, &c.
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