Books Notated Music Topics of the times. Written by J. F. Poole for Jerry Merrifield. J. Anderws, Printer, 38 Chatham St. N. Y
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TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
A NEW COMIC SONG, WRITTEN BY J. F. POOLE, FOR
Comedian and Best Comic Vocalist in America, and sung by him every evening, at Hitchcock's Summer Garden, 172 New Canal Street, in the laughable melange of the Orphan Family.
Air — "Carnival of Venice."
Of subjects now in every month a song I'm going to try,
From east to west, from north to south, Swill Milk is all the cry,
The milkmen who so honest seem their customers do bilk,
You pay for Orange County Cream, but only get Swill Milk.
CHORUS OF ORPHANS.
Swill Milk! Swill Milk! they thus the public bilk,
Swill Milk! Swill Milk! the cry is all Swill Milk.
From animals too poor to kill, mere skeletons they seem,
And fed upon distillery swill we get our morning's cream;
They've cows with nary tail at all, they scarce can stand—so sick,
They brace them up against the wall, and so they get Swill Milk.
Swill Milk, c.
There's Tiemann too, our model Mayor, to him Ill turn my song,
To purify our city air he goes it rather strong;
He's stopped the newsboys cries, I think on them hes quite severe,
He says on Sunday we shan't drink a drop of lager bier.
The beer! the beer! our spirits for to cheer,
The beer! the beer! we goes in for our lager beer.
Another matter's talked of too, enough to raise our ire,
How bully John Bull and his bullying crew at Yankee vessels fire.
Our Congress too old fogies prove, they seem to have lost their wits,
But in the matter the people move, and Johnny Bull catch fits.
John Bull! John Bull! his horns in he must pull,
John Bull! John Bull! we'll give you fits, John Bull.
If Johnny doesn't take his tubs from cruising on our shore,
We'll give him one of those pretty rubs we gave him twice before
He'll find if he again should try to insult our Yankee flag,
We'll give him such a broadside as will sink his crimson rag.
His rag! his rag! his British crimson rag,
Our Flag! our Flag! we'll raise above his rag.
J. Andrews, Printer, 38 Chatham St. N. Y.