An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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HEAVY WET, MUTTON CHOPS, AND CHERRY BOUNCE! |
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HEAVY WET, MUTTON CHOPS, AND CHERRY BOUNCE!
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The popular Three Part Parody on ‘Cherry Ripe,’ sung by Mr. J. Reeve at the Adelphi Theatre. &c.
HEAVY WET.
Heavy wet, heavy wet, still I cry!
Pints and quart pots, when I'm dry—
If so be you ask me where
They are best, I answer, there—
Where we most can run in debt—
That's the place for heavy wet!
Pints and quart pots, when I'm dry—
If so be you ask me where
They are best, I answer, there—
Where we most can run in debt—
That's the place for heavy wet!
Heavy wet, heavy wet, still I cry!
Meux's, Whitbread's, nought care I—
To the Blue Posts let us go,
There we'll clouds of backy blow—
And, while we our cares forget,
Every day quaff heavy wet.
Meux's, Whitbread's, nought care I—
To the Blue Posts let us go,
There we'll clouds of backy blow—
And, while we our cares forget,
Every day quaff heavy wet.
MUTTON CHOPS.
Mutton chops, mutton chops, I cry!
Fat or lean ones, both I'll buy—
If so be you'd have my coin,
You must cut them off the loin!
When the cook for nothing stops,
That's the time for mutton chops.
Fat or lean ones, both I'll buy—
If so be you'd have my coin,
You must cut them off the loin!
When the cook for nothing stops,
That's the time for mutton chops.
Mutton chops, mutton chops, chops, I cry!
I as hungry am as dry—
Let me have them nice and hot,
With a murphy and shalot!
Heaven bless the butchers' shops—
All the year they've mutton chops.
I as hungry am as dry—
Let me have them nice and hot,
With a murphy and shalot!
Heaven bless the butchers' shops—
All the year they've mutton chops.
CHERRY BOUNCE.
Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce I cry!
Fill a full glass on the sly—
If so be you ask me where,
To the wine vaults we'll repair—
When we heavy wet renounce.
That's the time for cherry bounce.
Fill a full glass on the sly—
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To the wine vaults we'll repair—
When we heavy wet renounce.
That's the time for cherry bounce.
Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce I cry!
When my flame is standing nigh—
When with love I'm quite beguil'd,
And I wish to draw it mild,
Then, each vulgar fear to trounce,
Then I call for cherry bounce.
When my flame is standing nigh—
When with love I'm quite beguil'd,
And I wish to draw it mild,
Then, each vulgar fear to trounce,
Then I call for cherry bounce.
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