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We have been favoured with the two following Songs, sung with great applause, in the New Celebrated Performance at ASTLEY’s Theatre, and which will be repeated every Evening this Week only.—The words are from the pens of Messrs. ASTLEY, Father and Son.
THE LOYAL NUTMAN (By Mr. ASTLEY, sen.)
Here’s Nuts of al sorts very fine;
Who’ll toss, my Masters?—up and win.
Here’s Nuts for those who relish wine—
And likewise those who fancy gin;
Here’s dainty Nuts for dainty Maids—
And here’s your Bachelor’s also;
Here’s hearty Nuts for hearty Blades—
And Nuts for many a harmless Beau!
“Lord bless me,” says a cherry-cheeked Damsel. “What makes you so nutty this morning?” “I can’t help it, my dear,” says I; “hav’nt [sic] you heard of the news?” EARL HOWE has given the French such a Drubbin, with some of the best season’d Nuts that ever were baked in an oven!
Come buy my Nuts,
My pretty Nuts, my dainty Nuts.
Fal lol de rol, &c.
Here’s Nuts of rue for all Conventions,
With Nuts for lawyers in vacation;
Here’s Nuts to quiet all contentions,
And loyal Nuts for all the nation;
Here’s Nuts as sweet as any rose,
For all the Powers in Alliance,
With Nuts to physic Britain’s foes,
And all who bid her laws defiance.
Aye, my Nuts of loyalty: they are the Nuts for selling and giving relish to our wine! The devil of a pretty girl is there in the Country, but will take off a glass, and drink success to the happiness of Old England, and good luck to the lads that fight in defence of it,
My pretty Nuts, my dainty Nuts.
Fol, lol, lol, &c.
THE GLORIOUS FIRST OF JUNE,
BY MR. ASTLEY, JUN.
When first we left Portsmouth on board Lord Howe’s fleet,
Fal lal de ral, &c.
All hands did prepare the Bravados to meet.
Chip chow, Cherry chow—Fal lol de ral, &c.
We sail’d up and down, but nothing could we see.
Fal lal, &c.
And no one could tell where their Grand Fleet could be.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
We then haul’d our wind, and next made for Port Brest,
Fal lal, &c.
And there we did learn, that the French were most west.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
We spied the French on the twenty eighth of May,
Fal lal, &c.
And the action began the very next day.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
Bill Bobstay bawled out, They have more ships than we,
Fal lal, &c.
Says I, So they ought, for Britons rule the sea.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
And faith as I thought, so it soon did turn out,
Fal lal, &c.
We tipp’d them their gruel, and put ‘em to rout.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
The French fought us boldly, their fleet for to save,
Fal lal, &c.
But then they’d to deal with Britons so brave.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
Now since thro’ the ocean our vessels may plough,
Fal lal, &c.
Let’s drink to the brave and the gallant Lord Howe
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
And while to Old England fresh laurels we bring,
Fal lal, &c.
May Heaven preserve our Country and King.
Chip chow, Cherry chow, &c.
