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eek, She had a voice that made me meek, I had to listen when she did speak-- Cookery bookery, oh!
My husband comes, a saucy elf, And eyes the saucepan on the shelf; Says he, “Why don't you cook yourself?” Cookery bookery, oh!
Chorus: Sing, saucepan, range, and kitchen fire! Sing, coals are high and always higher! Sing, crossed and vexed, till you expire! Cookery bookery, oh!
Jocosa Lyra! one chord of its gay music suggests another.
It may have been in this summer that she wrote The Newport song, which also has its own lilting melody.
Non sumus fashionabiles: Non damus dapes splendides: But in a modest way, you know, We like to see our money go; Et gaudeamus igitur, Our soul has nought to fidget her!
We do not care to quadrigate On Avenues in gilded state: No gold-laced footmen laugh behind At our vacuity of mind: But in a modest one-horse shay, We rumble, tumble as we may, Et gaudeamus igitur, Our soul has nought to fidget her!
When estivation is at end, We've had our