Subject: Old Nick's Visit to H--'s Kitchen
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 15 Jun 00 - 02:42 PM
Old Nick's Visit to H__'s Kitchen
Humanum Est Errare
tune- The King of the Cannibal Islands Old Nick, for pastime, took a prance,
And to Newcastle did advance;
At Granger's buildings just did glance,
And swagger'd away to H---'s Kitchen.
The Kitchen soon was in a roar,
When Nick excalim'd--I'll pay the score!
So let the drink go round galore--
Which soon laid numbers on the floor:-
Cried Sawalwell Pyet--Old Friend, what cheer!
We're heartily glad to see you here--
Nick smack'd the ale, and soon turn'd queer
Among his friends in the Kitchen. Chorus Then shout hurrah for Ralph's good ale!
O may its virtues never fail--
It made Old Nick to cock his tail,
And stagger about in the Kitchen. In midst of all the noise and din,
The merry crew came tumbling in,
From Parlour and Cock'd Hat so trim,
To join their friend in the Kitchen:--
First Ramsay Jack, the broker's hack,
With G__ and E__ upon his back--
Great Doctor Flash came in a crack--
Brave Noodle W--n join'd the pack;
And from the Vestry, like a rose,
Came M--ty with the brandy nose,
And B--m dress'd in dandy clothes,
To welcome Nick to the Kitchen. Fam'd H--p acted Crook-back'd Dick,
And sung a song to please Old Nick;
Jim W--n smoak'd till S--t turn'd sick,
And they bundled them out of the Kitchen.
Old S--y, too, that gallant tar,
Said when on board a man of war,
He conquer'd Yankee and Lascar,
And knew all the countries near and far:
Old Nick then gave a dreadful roar,
With voice just like the grizzly boar,
Brave S--y ran towards the door,
And fled half-dead from the Kitchen! Old Wash C-- with his dirty paws,
Sat rubbing up his grim old jaws,
And scandalizing without cause,
His dearest friend in the Kitchen.
Jim Colvin and Ned Mushel smart,
Were guzzling beer down by the quart!
Old Snuffy Tom well play'd his part,
He swigg'd away with all his heart.
Old Nick cried, Is my Uncle here?
I long to taste of his good cheer! --
A lump of beef did soon appear,
And they gobbled it up in the Kitchen! O hark! cried Nick the clock strikes one!
So midnight's past--I must be gone;
When I remount my brimstone throne,
I'll oftentimes think of the Kitchen.
Ralph D--d said, before we part--
Come let us have another quart!
Bob C--r swears 'twill break his heart,
To think you should so soon desert!
But Nick still more impatient grew--
At last he bellow'd out- Adieu!
And, in a moment, off he flew,
'Mid thund'ring chears from the Kitchen!
-In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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