Chapter IX

“Lo the Bat with Leathern wing, Winking & blinking, Winking & blinking, Winking & blinking, Like Doctor Johnson.”

Quid. ‘Oho’, said Doctor Johnson To Scipio Africanus, ‘If you dont own me a Philosopher I’ll kick your Roman Anus’.”

Suction. “A ha To Doctor Johnson Said Scipio Africanus Lift up my Roman Petticoatt And kiss my Roman Anus.’”

“And the Cellar goes down with a Step.” (Grand Chorus.)

1st Vo. Want Matches 2d Vo. Yes Yes Yes 1st Vo. Want Matches 2d Vo. No—————

1st Vo. “Want Matches?” 2d Vo. “Yes Yes Yes ” 1st Vo. “Want Matches” 2d Vo. “No————-”

“I cry my matches as far as Guild hall; God bless the duke & his aldermen all!”

“I ask the Gods no more,— no more, no more.”

“As I walkd forth one may morning To see the fields so pleasant & so gay O there did I spy a young maiden sweet Among the Violets that smell so sweet Smell so sweet Smell so sweet Among the Violets that smell so sweet.”

“And I ask the Gods no more, — no more, no more, no more, no more”

“This frog he would a-wooing ride, Kitty alone, — Kitty alone, — This frog he would a-wooing ride, — Kitty alone & I! Sing cock I cary, Kitty alone, — Kitty alone, — Kitty alone, — Cock I car, Kitty alone, — Kitty alone & I!”

“And I ask the gods no more!”

“Fa ra so bo ro Fa ra bo ra Sa ba ra ra ba rare roro Sa ra ra ra bo ro ro ro Radara Sarapodo no flo ro.”

“Hail Matrimony, made of Love, To thy wide gates how great a drove On purpose to be yok'd do come! Widows & maids & Youths also, That lightly trip on beauty's toe, Or sit on beauty's bum.

Hail, fingerfooted lovely Creatures! The females of our human Natures, Formed to suckle all Mankind. Tis you that come in time of need; Without you we shoud never Breed, Or any Comfort find.

For if a Damsel's blind or lame, Or Nature's hand has crooked her frame, Or if she's deaf, or is wall eyed, Yet if her heart is well inclined, Some tender lover she shall find That panteth for a Bride.

The universal Poultice this, To cure whatever is amiss In damsel or in Widow gay. It makes them smile, it makes them skip, Like Birds just cured of the pip, They chirp, & hop away.

Then come ye Maidens,come ye Swains, Come & be eased of all your pains In Matrimony's Golden cage.”

“To be or not to be Of great capacity, Like Sir Isaac Newton, Or Locke? or Doctor South, Or Sherlock upon death? I’d rather be Sutton.

For he did build a house For aged men & youthm With walls of brick & stone. He furnish’d it within With whatever he could win And all his own.

He drew out of the Stocks His money in a box, And sent his servant To Green the Bricklayer And to the Carpenter: He was so fervent.

The chimneys were three score, The windows many more, And for convenience He sinks & gutters made, And all the way he pav’d To hinder pestilence.

Was not this a good man, Whose life was but a span, Whose name was Sutton, — As Locke or Doctor South, Or Sherlock upon Death. Or Sir Isaac Newton?”

“This city & this country has brought forth many mayors, To sit in state & give forth laws out of their old oak chairs, With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale; Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

With scarlet gowns & broad gold lace would make a yeoman sweat, With stockings roll’d above their knees & shoes as black as jet, With eating beef & drinking beer, O they were stout & hale! Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

Thus sitting at the table wide, the Mayor & Aldermen Were fit to give law to the city; each eat as much as ten. The hungry poor ente’rd the hall to eat good beef & ale. Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!”