Meat and Gravy
or The Frenchman and the Blowen :
an original song — air, Humphrey Duggins

A Frenchman to London once came for a spree,
The wonders, and grand exhibitions to see,
But the sport you must know he was most to inclined.
Was to find out a pretty girl to his mind.

Fol de dol, etc.

As he was a wandering along up the Strand,
He met a young blowen drest stylish and grand;
He spoke to her boldly, she wink'd her eye,
And so they both stepped into a brothel close by.

Fol de dol, etc.

When they'd got in a room, he there asked the price —
Says she, Sir, two sovereigns and that in a trice.
The Frenchman stared, for he was a poor man,
But the very next moment he thought of a plan.

Fol de dol, etc.


So he said to the blowen — against that I'm not.
But first you must make a small drain in de pot,
Then the blowen stoop'd down in a shake to serve him,
And the chamber-pot she filled right bang to the brim.

Fol de dol, etc.

Then he pull'd out his something, and in the bright drain,
He washed and slosh'd it, again and again.
Said he,"Dat's enough, all the rest I can spare,
I've had de gravy, but de meat is too dear."

Fol de dol, etc.

1836. Fanny Hill's Reciter, pp 46-47. Third printing 1966.

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