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Exhib!tin [sic] and foreigners

(9) Exhib!tin [sic] and foreigners

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Printed and Published by E. HODGES, (late P tt's)
Wholesale Toy and Marble warehouse, 31, Dulley
Street, Seven Dials, where Two or Three New
Songs are published every week.

Look out, look out, mind what you're about,
And how you do go on sirs,
Mark what I say in the month of May,
Eighteen hundred and fifty one, sir.
In London will be all the world.
Oh ! how John Bull will shrill then,
The Russian, Prussian Turk and Jow,
And the King of the Sandwich Is ands,
Of all the sights was ever seen,
In all the days by gone, sirs,
Such never was as will be in,
Eighteen hundred and fiftyone, sirs.

Well Neighbour, can you tell me the meaning of
the Great Exhibition they are so looking forward to
eh ld in Hyde Park next May ? Tell, to be sure I
c n. Don t you knew there is to be every body in the
world, aye, and everything in the world, and all cut of the
world, aye, and everywhere else ? The devil there is.
Aye, and the devil there ain't ! There is to be Noah's
A k, and Devil's Harp, Solomon's Temple, the Tower
of Bibil, the Den of Lions, the Whale who swal-
lowed Jonah, Queen Anne's Fa thing, and the man
who struck Mi k Buckley !
There'll be Noah's Ark, King David's Harp,
And the Mermaid with her tails, sir,
Likewise the man we understand,
Who swallowed up the Whale sirs ;
Some great Baboons with maids in bloom,
So charming, gay and handsome,
And the famed, alas ! jaw bone of an ass,
That was in the wars with Sampson.

There will be a prize given to the old women who
can drink s r ng gunpowder tea out of a washing tub,
and the most boiling hot soap suds out of the red hot
spout of an iron, brass copper, wooden tea kettle.
Well I'm blowed Bet if you won't win the prize for
I'll bet a bushel of cinders that you can drink twenty
seven water but s full of blazing boiling hot tea made
of Gunpowder, no matter it there was an Artilleryman
in it, three great guns and two bushels of cannon balls
any morning before breakfast !

There'll be carrols parrots, crocodiles,
Orangoutangs and men eye,

With buffaloes and elephants,
Hyenas pigs and donkeys.
With plums as big as Highgate Hill
Blues black and whites so ma
G nger pop a kick and a h p,
And sticks there thro s a penny.

Every Cobblers stall will be tu ned into a lodging
house for foreigners. There will be the King of
Prussia, the Emperor of Russia, the Queens of spain
and Portugal, the Prince of Hamburgh, the Prince of
Scorenburgh, the Brewers B ker Mant u Makers,
B efeaters, Jews and Quakers, the dying speech of
the Undertakers, Farmers, Butchers, Ploughmen and
Sailors, La ourers, Masons, Bricklayers and Tailors
B   and Fleas, with Hives of Bees, one Ma ds with
Petticoats up to their knees and there will be seen
Price Al and the Queen, Ireland's Harp and the
Shamrock Green, Cats playing hey down diddle, Girls
with bayband, round their middle,Sc tchm n rubbing
up against the trets in HydePark singing curse the fid-
dle & the Great Hyde Park Exhibiton in the bargain.

There'll be candy for the ladies sweet,
Ready made up in the tents, sirs,
With cigars and mackin'oshes for
The Lad es and the Gents, sir ;
There'll be Barbers shaving donkeys t o,
And Ladies riding pigs, sirs ;
And Monkeys in a carriage making,
Petticoats and wigs, sirs.

Well Dick, I must acknowledge that Hyde Park
will beat all the world and no mistake, but I fear of
the Foreigners are all permitted to triumph over old
John Bull he will be where he has often been before
—put in the hole—but let us say Old England for
ever and may she do as she always did,—beat the
world and shout triumphantly Victory and Liberty.

There'll be lollipops and mutton chops,
And large Bergami pears, sirs,
And ladies velvet breeches,
Double lined with curly hairs, sir :
There'll be Bantum Cocks and Turkey Cocks,
And more then I can tell, sirs,
And private, rooms for Ladies,
For to play at bagatelle, sir.

Such larks and sprees beneath the trees,
In Hyde Par will be s en, sir :
In eighteen hundred and fifty one,
In May God save the Queen, sir.

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