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Thread #109906 Message #2306824
Posted By: Jim Dixon
04-Apr-08 - 06:53 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Joe Muggins and Sweet Sally
Subject: Lyr Add: JOE MUGGINS (parody of LORD LOVELL)
From The Bodleian Library Ballads Catalogue: Harding B 26(289):
Parody on "Lord Lovell."
Printed and sold only at the "Poet's Box," by JAMES
MOORE, 1, Castle-court, Belfast.
Joe Muggins he stood at his old doncay [sic] cart,
While a-combing his black-looking mop,
When up comes his love, then Sally Bell,
And this to her Muggins she spoke, spoke, spoke,
And this to her Muggins she spoke:
"Oh, where are you going, Joe Muggins?" she said,
"Oh, where are you going?" says she.
"It's I'm going away, love, Sally Bell,
To Smithfield to sell my donkey, donkey,
To Smithfield to sell my donkey."
"Oh, when will you back, Joe Muggins?" she said,
Or, "Ven vill you back?" say she.
"At 'alf-past five, or six, at the most,
So get me a red herring for tea, tea, tea,
So get me a red herring for tea."
He had not been away scarce a couple of hours,
To Smithfield, and sold his donkey,
When the thoughts of the herring came into his head,
Saying, "I hope it's a nice one," says he, says he,
"I hope it's a nice one," says he.
When he walked, and he walked, along Kennedy's Pad
Till he came to that far-famed "Rose and Crown,"
And there he saw his young woman lying drunk on the ground,
And the people a-fighting around, round, round,
And the people a-fighting around.
Then he sent for two boxes of Dr. Frew's pills,
Sixty-four of big mug he run down,
Saying, you won't get drunk in a hurry again,
As the pills they kept still running down, down, down,
As the pills they kept still running down.
Then pretty Sally Bell died through taking the pills,
And Joe he did shiver with fright,
Then he swallowed six dozen or seven at the most,
And he kicked the bucket that night, night, night,
And he kicked the bucket that night.
Pretty Sally Bell was buried as it might be to day,
Joe Muggins in less than a week;
When out of her bosom there grew a red carrot,
And out of Joe Muggins a leek, leek, leek,
And out of Joe Muggins a leek.
Now they grew, and they grew, to the top of the grave,
And they were not let grow any more,
So they cut them down to season the soup
That was given away to the poor, poor, poor,
That was given away to the poor.
[I don't see what's so "coarse" about any of this.]