Vilikins and His Dinah!’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,With a very large fortune in silver and gold.Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,And take yourself a husiband, both galliant and gay.”Singing, &c.“Oh papa, oh papa, I’ve not made up my mind,And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined;To you my large fortune I’ll gladly give o’er,If you’ll let me live single a year or two more.”Singing, &c.“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,“If you won’t consent to be this here young man’s bride,I’ll give your largefortune to the nearest of kin,And you shan’t reap the benefit of one single pin.”Singing, &c.As Vilikins was valiking the garden around,He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,And the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died.Singing, &c.He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer so brave,And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.Singing, &c.MORAL.Now all you young maidens take warning by her,Never not by no means disobey your guverner;And all you young fellows, mind who you clasp eyes on,Think of Vilikins and his Dinah and the cup of cold pison.Singing &c.
Vilikins and His Dinah!’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,With a very large fortune in silver and gold.Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,And take yourself a husiband, both galliant and gay.”Singing, &c.“Oh papa, oh papa, I’ve not made up my mind,And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined;To you my large fortune I’ll gladly give o’er,If you’ll let me live single a year or two more.”Singing, &c.“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,“If you won’t consent to be this here young man’s bride,I’ll give your largefortune to the nearest of kin,And you shan’t reap the benefit of one single pin.”Singing, &c.As Vilikins was valiking the garden around,He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,And the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died.Singing, &c.He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer so brave,And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.Singing, &c.MORAL.Now all you young maidens take warning by her,Never not by no means disobey your guverner;And all you young fellows, mind who you clasp eyes on,Think of Vilikins and his Dinah and the cup of cold pison.Singing &c.
Vilikins and His Dinah!’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,With a very large fortune in silver and gold.Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,And take yourself a husiband, both galliant and gay.”Singing, &c.“Oh papa, oh papa, I’ve not made up my mind,And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined;To you my large fortune I’ll gladly give o’er,If you’ll let me live single a year or two more.”Singing, &c.“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,“If you won’t consent to be this here young man’s bride,I’ll give your largefortune to the nearest of kin,And you shan’t reap the benefit of one single pin.”Singing, &c.As Vilikins was valiking the garden around,He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,And the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died.Singing, &c.He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer so brave,And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.Singing, &c.MORAL.Now all you young maidens take warning by her,Never not by no means disobey your guverner;And all you young fellows, mind who you clasp eyes on,Think of Vilikins and his Dinah and the cup of cold pison.Singing &c.
’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,With a very large fortune in silver and gold.Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.
’Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,
He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;
Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,
With a very large fortune in silver and gold.
Singing, to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la.
As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,And take yourself a husiband, both galliant and gay.”Singing, &c.
As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,
Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,
“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,
And take yourself a husiband, both galliant and gay.”
Singing, &c.
“Oh papa, oh papa, I’ve not made up my mind,And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined;To you my large fortune I’ll gladly give o’er,If you’ll let me live single a year or two more.”Singing, &c.
“Oh papa, oh papa, I’ve not made up my mind,
And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined;
To you my large fortune I’ll gladly give o’er,
If you’ll let me live single a year or two more.”
Singing, &c.
“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,“If you won’t consent to be this here young man’s bride,I’ll give your largefortune to the nearest of kin,And you shan’t reap the benefit of one single pin.”Singing, &c.
“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,
“If you won’t consent to be this here young man’s bride,
I’ll give your largefortune to the nearest of kin,
And you shan’t reap the benefit of one single pin.”
Singing, &c.
As Vilikins was valiking the garden around,He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,And the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died.Singing, &c.
As Vilikins was valiking the garden around,
He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,
And the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,
With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died.
Singing, &c.
He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer so brave,And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.Singing, &c.
He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,
And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,
Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer so brave,
And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.
Singing, &c.
MORAL.
Now all you young maidens take warning by her,Never not by no means disobey your guverner;And all you young fellows, mind who you clasp eyes on,Think of Vilikins and his Dinah and the cup of cold pison.Singing &c.
Now all you young maidens take warning by her,
Never not by no means disobey your guverner;
And all you young fellows, mind who you clasp eyes on,
Think of Vilikins and his Dinah and the cup of cold pison.
Singing &c.