Transcription
A NEW SONG,
Sung by Mr. JOHANNOT in the Character of a PIE MAN,
In the New ENTERTAINMENT called the
BAGSHOT HEATH CAMP,
Now performing with universal Applause, at the ROYAL SALOON and NEW AMPHITHEATRE, WESTMINSTER BRIDGE.
The Words by Mr. ASTLEY, sen.
[Tune “O my Kitten, my Kitten, &c.”
O Lord, what a place is a Camp!
What wonderful doings are here!
How the people are all on the tramp,
Now to me it looks dev’lish queer!
There’s Ladies a swigging of gin!
A Cropt Macaronies likewise,
There’s I with my who’ll up and win!
Come here is your hot Mutton Pies.
Tol lol de rol, &c.
There’s horses and asses, and chaise,
And waggons and carts out of number,
Here’s racketing nights and by days,
And Inns full of dead and live lumber!
Now there is a Beau in a gig!
And here is a Lady in clover!
And there lies Alderman’s wig,
With Billy the Taylor done over.
Tol lol de rol, &c.
There’s galloping this way and that,
With, Madam, stand out of the way;
There’s fie, Sir, what would you be at?
Come none of your impudence, pray!
There’s halt, to the right about face,
There’s laughing, and screaming, and cries;
There’s milliner’s men out of place,
And I with my hot Mutton Pies.
Tol lol de rol, &c.
There’s the Heath all the world like a fair;
There’s butlers, and suttlers, and cooks,
There’s popping away in the air,
And Captains with terrible looks!
There’s how d’ye do?—Pretty well!
O the dust has blinded my eyes!
There’s fellow, what have you to fell?
Why, here is my hot Mutton Pies.
Tol lol de rol, &c.
