Duffey the Dreadful!

Duffey the Dreadful !

A song composed during the proceedings at Theobald’s Road, on
Monday evening, December 17th.

By a Destructive.

Air— “ A Master I have.”

A master I’ve none—I am my own man ;1

My name is dreadful Duffey !2

As you very well know, I’m chief of my clan,3

With my bawling, squalling,
All forestalling,
Squeaking,
Shrieking,
Tear-away, swear-away, dismal, dreadful Duffey !

I’m a tailor, good lack !— I can stitch—I can baste—9

I’ve a goose in myself, says Duffey !10

I pick holes in your coat, and your time I waste11

With my bawling, squalling,
All forestalling,
Needling,
Wheedling,
Cawing, fine-drawing, dunderhead, dreadful Duffey !

I’m an orator too—I oil my tongue17

With juniper juice, says Duffey ;18

I’m a genuine flint, tho’ you think me a dung ;19

With my bawling, squalling,
All forestalling,
Sidling,
Bridling,
Dash away, slash away, drunken, dreadfal Duffey !

Ar’n’t I a philosopher ? answer me that !25

Cries fiery, furious Duffey.26

Say nay, if you dare ; ’tis a lie, and that’s flat ;27

For my bawling, squalling,
Logic mauling,
Spouting,
Shouting,
Prove me a—dunder-head, dismal, dreadful Duffey !

Away with your union ! if you wont hear me,33

I’ll do as I please, says Duffey—34

We had better be all sunk in the deep sea,35

Than my bawling, squalling,
Caterwauling,
Boderation,
Dictation,
Shouldn’t rule the roast—suicidical, dreadful Duffey !