'New Song'
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Description
From a letter to Mark Lemon (25 June 1849).
Creator
Dickens, Charles
Source
'Mr. Mark Lemon.' The Letters of Charles Dickens. Edited by his Sister-in-Law and his Eldest Daughter. Volume 1 (1833-1856), pp. 207-208. Chapman and Hall, 1880.
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Dickens, Charles. 'New Song.' Letter to Mark Lemon (25 June 1849). Dickens Search. Eds. Emily Bell and Lydia Craig. Accessed [date]. https://dickenssearch.com/verse/1849_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song.
Transcription
TUNE – "Lesbia hath a beaming eye."
And this is Lemon’s true position;
He is not pale, he’s not white-lipped,
Yet wants a little fresh condition.
Sweeter ‘tis to gaze upon
Old Ocean’s rising, falling billows,
Than on the houses every one
That form the street called Saint Anne Willers.
Oh, my Lemon, round and fat,
Oh my bright, my right, my tight ‘un,
Think a little what you’re at –
Don’t stay at home, but come to Brighton!
But all so seldom Lemon wears it,
That it is a prey to fleas,
And ev’ry moth that’s hungry tears it.
Oh, that coat’s the coat for me,
That braves the railway sparks and breezes,
Leaving every engine free
To smoke it, till its owner sneezes!
Then my Lemon, round and fat,
L., my bright, my right, my tight ’un,
Think a little what you’re at –
On Tuesday first, come down to Brighton!
1.
Lemon is a little hipped,And this is Lemon’s true position;
He is not pale, he’s not white-lipped,
Yet wants a little fresh condition.
Sweeter ‘tis to gaze upon
Old Ocean’s rising, falling billows,
Than on the houses every one
That form the street called Saint Anne Willers.
Oh, my Lemon, round and fat,
Oh my bright, my right, my tight ‘un,
Think a little what you’re at –
Don’t stay at home, but come to Brighton!
2.
Lemon has a coat of frieze,But all so seldom Lemon wears it,
That it is a prey to fleas,
And ev’ry moth that’s hungry tears it.
Oh, that coat’s the coat for me,
That braves the railway sparks and breezes,
Leaving every engine free
To smoke it, till its owner sneezes!
Then my Lemon, round and fat,
L., my bright, my right, my tight ’un,
Think a little what you’re at –
On Tuesday first, come down to Brighton!
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Dickens, Charles, “'New Song',” Dickens Search, accessed April 23, 2024, https://www.dickenssearch.com/verse/1849_06_25_Letter_To_Mark_Lemon_New_Song.