Transcription
THE FAVOURITE DUET
Sung by Messrs. JOHANNOT and DE CASTRO,
In the Characters of
THE FOP, and CHALLON O’SHEE,
A Sergeant of the First Regiment of Guards,
IN THE
SIEGE OF VALENCIENNES,
NOW PERFORMING AT
ASTLEY’S.
TUNE—“O dear, what can the matter be!”
Fop.
O dear! what will become of us!
IRISH SERJEANT.
D—me, how the Frenchmen will run from us!
FOP.
Dear! dear! they’ll kill every one of us!
SERJEANT.
Let them come on if they dare.
FOP.
They’ll take us for certain, and kill us and eat us,
Instead of soup-meagre.
SERJEANT.
But first they must beat us.
FOP.
O, I hope, Mr. Serjeant, they’ll never defeat us!
SERJEANT.
O yes, they shall dance in the air.
FOP.
O dear, what will become of us!
SERJEANT.
O blood and ounds [sic], don’t bodder [sic] us.
FOP.
O Lord, I’m afraid they’ll halter us!
SERJEANT.
Bad luck to you, what brought you here?*
FOP.
O Lord! do but go, Sir, and I shall be easy.
SERJEANT.
By my soul, hold your tongue, or I’ll tickle you jasy.
FOP.
O dear, I shall faint, or most surely go crazy.
SERJEANT.
Blood and thunder, what have you to fear?
FOP.
O dear! what are you saying, Sir?
SERJEANT.
Come, come, don’t you be staying, Sir.
FOP.
Dear, dear! where are we straying, Sir?
SEREJANT.
To the siege without murmur repair.
FOP.
To the siege I dare never repair!
I wish I has home, and in Tavistock-street again.
SERJEANT.
By my soul its [sic] a pity you ever should meet again.
FOP.
I fear the Monsieurs, Sir, will never retreat again.
SERJEANT.
We’ll make them, my dear, in a panic retreat again.
FOP.
O that I had something, dear Sir, but to eat again.
SERJEANT.
By the Lord how we’ll lather away.
FOP.
O Lord, let us both run away.
*In the delineation of these characters, the contrast is happily preserved, by exhibiting one as the essence of cowardice, and the other as a coll undaunted soldier, whose courage is not to be shaken by danger, when the interest of his country is at stake, and needs his assistance to defend it.
