Customers and Custom
A Sample of Orders:
Music and Mourning:
Roast
Beef Of Old England
When
mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It
ennobl'd our veins and enriched our blood
Our
soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
But
since we have learned from all vapouring France
To
eat their ragouts, as well as to dance.
We
are fed up with nothing but vain complaisance
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
Our
fathers, of old, were robust, stout and strong
And
kept open house, with good cheer all day long.
Which
made their plump tenants rejoyce in this song
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
But
now we are dwindled, to what shall I name
A
sneaking poor race, half begotten and tame
Who
sully those honours that once shone in fame
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
When
good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne
E'er
coffee and tea and such slip-slops were known
The
world was in terror if e'er she did frown.
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
In
those days, if fleets did presume on the main
They
seldom, or never, return'd back again
As
witness, the vaunting Armada of Spain.
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.
Oh!
Then we had stomachs to eat, and to fight
And
when wrongs were a-cooking to do ourselves right
But
now we're a... I could, but goodnght.
Oh!
The roast beef of Old England, and Old English roast beef.