Ballads, English -- Texts; English poetry -- 19th century; Street literature -- Great Britain
With patent boots like “Romeo Coates.”[71]
With nice square toe and all that,
With good high heel for spur or steel,
To rattle about and all that.
And all that, and all that,
Yet boots I’ve got for all that,
Though they’ve no sole, yet on the whole,
The tops look well, for all that.
My gloves were black, without a crack,
But they’re gone to wrack for all that,
With my kerchief silk, as white as milk,
When it’s wash’d and all that.
And all that, and all that,
It saves the cuff for all that,
In life says Burns, there’s many turns,
But a man’s a man for all that.
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THE RAGGED COAT.
O, WHAT a world of flummery, there’s nothing but deceit in it,
So you’ll find all through life, as you travel on,
High and low, rich and poor, every one you meet in it,
’Tis the same, I will maintain, and prove it in my song;
When I was poor, I found that friends did very seldom heed me,
Till true ones came, and left me cash that set me all afloat,
So I thought among my friends I’d try who would relieve me,
And, to fathom out deception, I put on a ragged coat.
I thought my friends I’d try the first, for I had got a many,
At least that professed to be--at Kew was Mr. Ford--
So I thought a trip by steam would be as cheap as any,
Went down to London Bridge, and set my foot on board.
I heard a puppy say, though lowly he did breathe it,
“It’s a shame, to let such ragged people board a steam boat,”
But, says I, My foolish fellow, there’s a good heart beats beneath,
So don’t despise a man because he wears a ragged coat.
The journey o’er, and safe arrived, I set my foot on shore, Sir,
Glad enough from such a crew was I to get relief,
So I walk’d up to the house, and knock’d loud at the door, Sir,
All the people eyeing me, as if I was a thief.
But the door was slammed in my face, with many a bitter snarl, Sir,
So I shouted out, Good Mr. Ford, I’ve come to pay that note;
O dear, (says Ford) pray step this way, and show’d me to the parlour, Sir,
We thought you came a begging in that ragged coat.
A chair was quickly placed for me, and down I sat instanter,
You came from town, you must be tired, pray stop here and dine,
Jane, bring the glasses, and likewise the decanter,
Ah, Sir, you’ll find this some excellent port wine.
Your wine, Sir, you may keep, although I have no dress on,
I have changed my mind, and mean to keep my note.
And put it to some better use, so let this be a lesson,
Don’t despise a man because he’s got a ragged coat.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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