| Lyrics: | Villikins And His Dinah
'Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,
He had but
one daughter, an uncommon nice gel.
Her name it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old,
With
a very large fortune in silver and gold.
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lay.
As Dinah was a' walking her garden one day,
Her papa he came to her, and thus
he did say:
"Go dress yourself, Dinah, in gorgeous array,
And get you a husband both
gallant and gay! "
"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."
"Go, go, boldest daughter," the parent
replicd;
"lf you won't consent to be this here young man's bride,
I'll give your large
fortune to the nearest of kin,
And you shan't reap the benefit of one single
pin."
As Villikins was walking the garden around,
He spied his dear Dinah lying dead
on the ground;
And a cup of cold pizen it lay by her side,
With a billet-doux stating
'twas by pizen she died.
He kissed her cold corpus a thousand times o'er,
He called
her his Dinah though she was no more,
Then swallowed the pizen like a lover so brave,
And
Villikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave.
Moral:
Now all you young
maidens take warning by her,
Never not by no means disobey your gov'nor,
And all you young
fellows mind who you clap eyes on,
Think of Villikins and Dinah and the cup of cold
pizen.
@love @death @musichall
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