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Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
12-Jan-06 - 08:15 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: THE SEA - THE FLEA - A SHIP
Subject: Lyr Add: THE FLEA
Lyr. Add: THE FLEA
"A comic parody of the Sea
The Flea! The Flea! the hopping flea, The teasing, biting, blackguard Flea; I'm full of marks, I dare be bound, Since o'er my back he's running around; He plagues the skin, and makes it rise, Or like a sneaking thing he lies. I've got a flea! I've got a flea! He is where I won't let him be; With his nipping above, and nipping below, That I have no peace where'er I go; If a swarm should come, and on me creep, Och, murther, och, murther, the devil a wink I sleep.
I hate, I hate- och fait! I can't abide, A suit of clothes with fleas inside,- At every bite you'd thump the moon,- Or if you're whistling,- stop your tune; Which telleth the world that you are sick, And make you wish they'd cut their stick; I never was on a dirty floor, But fleas flew on me more and more; Then home I'd run to change my best, Like a partridge seeketh his mother's nest, And my mother swears 'tis fate's decree, That I was born to be plagued by a flea.
The sky was clear and hot the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; The pig it whistled, the donkey rowl'd, My father danc'd, the nurse she howl'd; Och, fire and murther, och, I'll go wild, See there's a flea upon the child. I've lived since then in care and strife, Full fifty years a scratching life! And though, to shift the scene, I'd range, I never yet could get a change; I'd rather death should come to me, Than thus be plagued with a vile confounded flea.
Ordoyno, Printer, Nottingham. Ballads Catalogue, Harding B25(660), c. 1814-1844, Bodleian Library, Oxford, also Harding B (17(96b). Bodley Search For some reason, I had to Browse (display) under flea rather than Search. Also printed by Jackson in Birmingham and others.