The funny songster; an extensive collection of flash, amatory, and comical songs. [London,] Metford [i.e. John Duncombe, c.1833]. pp. [48]. front.
[Another edition.] The swell's night guide; or, A peep through the great metropolis, under the dominion of Nox: displaying the various attractive places of amusement by night: the saloons; the Paphian beauties; the chaffing cribs; the introducing houses; the singing and lushing cribs; the comical clubs; fancy ladies and their penchants, &c, &c.: revised, and carefully corrected, by the Lord Chief Baron [i.e. Renton Nicholson], the arbiter elegantiarum of fashion and folly: with numerous spicy engravings. [London,] 1846. pp. [i] 136. pl. [8].
A NEW EDITION FOR 1846.
THE
SWELL'S NIGHT GUIDE;
OR, A PEEP THROUGH
THE GREAT METROPOLIS,
UNDER THE DOMINION OF
DISPLAYING THE VARIOUS ATTRACTIVE PLACES OF
AMUSEMENT BY NIGHT.
the saloons; the paphian beauties;
the chaffing cribs;
the introducing houses; the singing and lushing cribs;
the comical clubs ;
fancy ladies and their penchants, &c., &c.
REVISED, AND CAREFULLY CORRECTED,
BY THE LORD CHIEF BARON,
THE ARBITER ELEGANTIARUM OF
FASHION AND FOLLY.
WITH NUMEROUS SPICY ENGRAVINGS.
THE FEATHER-BED DANCE
A favourite Flash Song, sung at the Cider Cellar
Some sing of the joys of the round spinning waltz,
Some say, the quadrille them to heaven exalts;
I care not for such - nor courtillons from France,
Nought equals the joys of the feather-bed dance!
When Bessy's my partner, of blushing eighteen,
With not e'en so much as a fig-leaf between,
Then kissing and toying together we lay,
Indulging ourselves in soft amorous play.
We fold one another in luscious embrace;
The music we dance to's a hymn from the skies,
Whilst Bessy responds in voluptuous sighs.
Then round about - in and out - sett - in the middle -
Figures thus danc'd to a grating old fiddle;
Now phrenzied with joy, we move faster and closer,
Till melting with rapture, sweet Betty cries, "Oh! sir."
The dance we repeat almost times without number,
And yield with reluctance at last unto slumber;
Yet amorous dreams all our senses employing,
We think the sweet pleasure we still are enjoying.
Then away with your waltz, gallopade and quadrille,
Your wild Irish fling, and your Highland three reel.
The joys that alone boy and maiden entrance,
Are the beautiful moves of the feather-bed dance!
The Funny Songster [c. 1833]