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====== THE PHYSICAL SNOB ====== | ====== THE PHYSICAL SNOB ====== | ||
+ | Dance of unknown provenance, but probably published in around 1800.\\ | ||
+ | Interpreted by Bentley in 1962.\\\ | ||
Longways for Three Couples [c.1800]\\ | Longways for Three Couples [c.1800]\\ | ||
Recording: {{ ::music:physical_snob-_064-bn3sp08.mp3.zip |}} | Recording: {{ ::music:physical_snob-_064-bn3sp08.mp3.zip |}} | ||
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video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4wzQzi9MI0&t=108s | video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4wzQzi9MI0&t=108s | ||
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+ | There was a broadside ballad called "The Physical Snob" [Roud Number: V1973] about a cobbler who moonlights as a quack physician. It goes: | ||
+ | <code> | ||
+ | I am a physical snob, Sirs, | ||
+ | Can cure ev'ry disease very vast! | ||
+ | There's no greater dab at a job, Sirs, | ||
+ | Than litte Emanuel Last. | ||
+ | A son of a seventh son I, Sirs, | ||
+ | Altho' in no chariot I rolls! | ||
+ | As a physician I patch up your bodies, | ||
+ | As a cobbler I patch up your soles. | ||
+ | With my fol de rol, &c. | ||
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+ | Your Warnick-lane physic disciples, | ||
+ | Strut about, and look wond'rous big; | ||
+ | But alas! all their knowledge is plac'd | ||
+ | In a gold-headed cane and bush wig; | ||
+ | As for me, Sirs, I cure all distempers, | ||
+ | Howsomever so bad they may be; | ||
+ | But, like many of my learned brothers, | ||
+ | No prescription without I've a fee. | ||
+ | With my fol de rol, &c. | ||
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+ | Master Bobby, a crop of this age, | ||
+ | T'other day in great haste for me sent; | ||
+ | Lest death should push him off life's stage, | ||
+ | So away the the gemman I went: | ||
+ | I gave him a potion for sleeping, | ||
+ | Which, a little while after he'd ta'en, | ||
+ | He was put into bed, and he slept, Sirs, | ||
+ | So sound that he ne'r wak'd again. | ||
+ | With my fol de rol, &c. | ||
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+ | When my physical habit I quit, | ||
+ | As a cobbler appearing to view, | ||
+ | I ne'er fear each fancy shall hit, | ||
+ | If I gain approbation from you; | ||
+ | And when I'm at work in my stall, | ||
+ | Or in physical habit, I sing, | ||
+ | Whether handling the potion or awl, | ||
+ | Like a true Briton, God save the King. | ||
+ | With my, &c.</code> |