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A VERY GOOD HAND AT IT |
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The skies are flaming red, my love,
The skies are flaming red, love, And darkly rolls the mountain-wave,
And rears its monstrous head; "While skies and ocean blending,
And bitter howls the blast— And one daring tar, 'twixt life and death
Clings to the shattered mast!
Come, sit thee down, etc |
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A VERY GOOD HAND AT IT,
A Favorite Comic Song,
Song by William Reeve, comedian and comic vocalist
Anr—"Jeremy Diddler.1'
To New York I just came 'tother day,
With my pockets all laden with cash, sirs; I soon took a walk through Broadway,
For I thought I would cut such a dash, sira. There I met with Miss Emily Lee,
And an " open house" being quite handy, I asked her to step in with me,
And there take a small drop of brandy.
Chorus—Tol lol de rol, etc
She quickly then gave her consent—
We went in, and to drink did begin it: She ordered a bottle of wine,
And guzzled it off in a minute 1 At that I began to look blue—
Thinks I, "Now it's no use to stand at it" Bays she, " Sir, believe me—it's true—
I am reckoned a very good hand at it I"
Tol lol de rol, etc
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