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SOLOMON GUNDY'S CHANSON,
Sung by Mr. Fawcett.
My dear clntre amis, I am Solomon Gundy,
At mouse traps and razors, I'm thought quite the go,
For I lather my neighbours, from Monday to Sunday,
And catch Rats, 'till I make all the Cats mallyro j
But in hopes to require, that true style of behaving,
Which you all disallow, I have got point du tout t
And tho' here I'm at home, to a hair or a shaving,
I set off to see fashions, and talk parley von.
Withmyfallallal, lal lal, &c.
It was lucky Mack Benjamin Bonelace of Dover,
A monstrous great smuggler, under the rose,
Was going to Dunkirk, and carried me over,
For which I repaid him, with petty kick chose;
I had heard that when folks, on their travels are going.
Good company with them, should alley vous o/ig.
And to want of polite introduction 'tis owing,
That some people never can reach the hot tong,
Fallal, &c. .
While pleas'd round ab?ut, I went gaping and staring,
Before I could speak, they said taisez vous bete,
A ad because 1 forgot, that the war was declaring,
They lock'd me up safe, by myself tete-atete ;
But a rat-hole I found, spite of bolting and iatching,
And made up my mind, that Id stay there ?ionpaw f
So with digging and delving, and poking and scratch-
ing*
I manag'd to make my escape with cclaw.
Fal lal, &c

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