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Broadside ballad entitled 'Up In A Balloon'
UP IN A
Sec. 28. Music at Hopwood and Crew's.
One night I went up in a balloon,
On a voyage of discovery?to visit the moon,
Where an old man lives, so some people say-
" Through cutting of sticks on a Sunday,"
Up went the balloon quickly, higher and higher,
Over house-top and chimney-pot, tower and spire,
I knock'd off the Monument's top very high,
And caught hold of the cross of St. Paul's going by.
Up in a balloon, up in a balloon,
All among the little stars, sailing round the moon;
Up in a balloon, up in a balloon?
It's something awfully jolly to be up in a balloon.
Up, up I was borne with terrible power,
The air was cold, the wind blew loud-
I narrowly escaped being choked by a cloud;
I met shooting stars who were bent upon sport,
But who " shot" in a very strange manner I thought;
And one thing beat all my chalks I must say,
That was when I got into the Milky Way,
I counted the stars, till at last I thought
I'd found out how much they were worth by the quart;
An unpolite "Aerolite," who ran' gainst my car,
Wouldn't give e'er a light to light my cigar !
Next a comet went by 'midst fire like hail,
And there was no balloon, there was no balloon,
There were not any planets, and there wasn't any moon;
So never sup too heavy, or by jingo very soon
You're like to fancy you are going up in a balloon !
Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(63a)