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ASHBURNER's,

NEW

VOCAL AND POETIC

REPOSITORY;

A COLLECTION OF

FAVOURITE SONGS

AND

POETIC FUGITIVE PIECES;

INTERSPERSED WITH A VARIETY OF

COMIC STORIES AND TALES,
ODD SERMONS, EPIGRAMS, ANECDOTES,
&c.

Selected for their merit or whimsicality, and not
included in the Thespian Gleanings,
(WITH MANY ORIGINALS)

BY

QUEERY QUEERUM, Esq. A. S. S.

CONFIDENTIAL SECRETARY

TO THE

LORD CHIEF JUSTICE JOKER.

ULVERSTON,

PRINTED BY GEORGE ASHBURNER

PODLEIAL

+ A 12-1908

A new Comic Song, called

THE OLD WIDOW.

Written by Mr. Davis, and Sung by Mrs. Fildew on the Night of her benefit, at the Theatre, Ulverston,

B

December 23d. 1806.

EHOLD an Old Widow before you appear,
Who your favours to win has tried many a

year;

I've cry'd and I've laugh'd, and I've quaver'd it too,
And sometimes to the fiddle, I've caper'd it's trues
Fal de ral, &c.

'But tho' an Old Widow, 'tis not one to ten,
But like a Young Virgin, I'll be courted again;
And tho' no coquette, I could make it appear,
I get a fresh lover, every week in the year.

The force of my charms let no coxcomb decry,
At my feet Mr. Tag swears for me he'll die;
Nay a young Irish Captain has often been seen,
My hand to solicit at dear Gretna Green.

Tho' some they have call'd me their charmer and dear,

Yet by others I'm treated with rudeness severe;
Earl Ósmond he call'd me an ugly old witch,
And the Olipod Doctor left me stuck in a ditch.

But this is all joking and mere masquerade,
Now in my own character see me display'd;
And of lovers and beaux, tho' I've prattled away,
That's all over now, for I've had my day.

Miss cries to her lover, "you're rude I declare,
"You're troublesome, Sir," I vow now you are,"
Well heaven be prais'd, from such troubles I'm free,
I'm sure no young lover will e'er trouble me.

'Tis strange how young lovers will wish away time;
I declare now I wish it were added to mine;
With health and good spirits, and power to please
you,

'Tis only for that, that my age I'd renew.

To be grateful for favours both present and past,-
Shall my character be as long as I last;

And to characters present may every year bring,
Success and good health, and me able to Sing,

Fal de ral, &e.

POOR KITTY THE FRUIT GIRL.

THRO' London streets I trip along,

Nor feel the least alarm,

And merry chaunt my daily song,
With basket on my arm;
There's jarganells and pippins fine,
Gold rennets fair to view,
With nuts, a relish for your wine,
Come, buy of Kitty, do.

I've China oranges so sweet,

Choice peaches can produce,

Prime Windsor pears, luxurious treat,
And grapes that's full of juce ;
Yet tho I'm poor, the splendid great
I ne'er with envy view,
But cheerful sing to all I meet,
Come, buy of Kitty, do.

In jocund mood I oft compare,
My fruit to folks in life,
The red streak is a virgin fair,
Lemon a scolding wife;

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