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I'D BE A BLUE-BOTTLE.
A Popular Parody,
Sung by Mr. J. Reeve, In Buckntone's Burletta, "Billy Taylor.*
Am—" I'd be a Butterfly."
I'd he a blue-bottle, buzzing and blue, With a chimy proboscis, and nothing to do But to dirty white dimity curtains, and blow The choicest of meats when the summer days glow. Let the hater of sentiment, dewdrops, and flowers, Scorn the insect that flutters in sunbeams and bowers; There's a pleasure which none but the blue-bottle knows— 'Tis to buzz in the ear of a man in a doze !
How charming to haunt a sick-chamber, and revel O'er the invalid's pillow, like any blue devil 1 When pursued, to bounce ofif to the window, and then From the pane to the counterpane bounce back again! I'd be a blue-bottle, buzzing and blue, With a chimy proboscis, and nothing to do But to dirty white dimity curtains, and blow The choicest of meats when the summer days glow' |
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COME, SIT THEE DOWN.
Come, sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love,
Come, sit thee down, by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale
Of the dangers of the sea; Of the perils of the deep, love, Where angry tempests roar. And the raging billows wildly dash Upon the groaning shore I
Come, sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love
Come, sit thee down by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale Of the dangers of the sea. |
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