GITTIPIN: |
Phebe, dresst like beautie's Queen,
Jellicoe in faint pea green,
Sitting all beneath a grot
Where the little lambkins trot,
Maidens dancing, loves a-sporting,
All the country folks a-courting,
Susan, Johnny, Bet, & Joe
Lightly tripping on a row.
Happy people, who can be
In happiness compard with ye?
The Pilgrim with his crook & hat
Sees your happiness compleat. |
SCOPPRELL: |
Oh, a charming song, indeed, Miss. |
SUCTION: |
I say, this evening we'll all get drunk. I say dash, an Anthem,
an Anthem! [stands, comes down center, toasts the audience]
O the Bat with Leathern wing,
Winking & blinking,
Winking & blinking,
Winking & blinking,
Like Doctor Johnson. |
QUID: |
[joins SUCTION] "O ho," said Dr. Johnson
To Scipio Africanus,
"If you don't own me a Philosopher,
I'll kick your Roman Anus." |