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Poem
August 5, 1794
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Humorous song from the play 'Inkle and Yarico,' where Trudge laments his starvation on America's wild coasts, contrasting it with London's abundance, using puns on food terms like booby, mutton, and bacon.
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A MORSEL for the PUNSTER.
The Song of Trudge on the Wild coasts of America, as Sung by Mr. Jones.—From "Inkle and Yarico."
[Centinel.]
A Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head,
Had I known but on which side to butter my bread,
Heigho! sure I, or hunger must die?
I've sail'd like a booby come here in a squall,
Where, alas! there's no bread to be butter'd at all,
Oho! I'm a terrible booby!
Oh, what a sad booby am I?
In London, what gay chop-house things in the street,
But the only thing here is of nothing to eat.
Heigho! that I, for hunger should die?
My mutton's all lost, I'm a poor starving elf,
And for all the world like a lost mutton myself;
Oho! I shall die a lost mutton I
Oh, what a lost mutton am I?
For a neat slice of beef, I cou'd roar like a bull;
And my stomach's so empty, my heart is quite full.
Heigho! that I, for hunger should die?
But starve without meat, I must here meet my grave,
For my bacon, I fancy, I never shall have;
Oho! I shall ne'er have my bacon?
I can't have my bacon, not I?
The Song of Trudge on the Wild coasts of America, as Sung by Mr. Jones.—From "Inkle and Yarico."
[Centinel.]
A Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head,
Had I known but on which side to butter my bread,
Heigho! sure I, or hunger must die?
I've sail'd like a booby come here in a squall,
Where, alas! there's no bread to be butter'd at all,
Oho! I'm a terrible booby!
Oh, what a sad booby am I?
In London, what gay chop-house things in the street,
But the only thing here is of nothing to eat.
Heigho! that I, for hunger should die?
My mutton's all lost, I'm a poor starving elf,
And for all the world like a lost mutton myself;
Oho! I shall die a lost mutton I
Oh, what a lost mutton am I?
For a neat slice of beef, I cou'd roar like a bull;
And my stomach's so empty, my heart is quite full.
Heigho! that I, for hunger should die?
But starve without meat, I must here meet my grave,
For my bacon, I fancy, I never shall have;
Oho! I shall ne'er have my bacon?
I can't have my bacon, not I?
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Political
What keywords are associated?
Trudge Song
America Coasts
Hunger Starvation
Food Puns
Inkle Yarico
Booby Mutton
Bacon Beef
What entities or persons were involved?
As Sung By Mr. Jones.—From "Inkle And Yarico."
Poem Details
Title
The Song Of Trudge On The Wild Coasts Of America
Author
As Sung By Mr. Jones.—From "Inkle And Yarico."
Subject
On The Wild Coasts Of America
Key Lines
I've Sail'd Like A Booby Come Here In A Squall,
Where, Alas! There's No Bread To Be Butter'd At All,
Oho! I'm A Terrible Booby!
Oh, What A Sad Booby Am I?
For A Neat Slice Of Beef, I Cou'd Roar Like A Bull;