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'''PHYSICAL SNOB, THE.''' English, Country Dance Tune (9/8 time). F Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABBCC. The melody dates to c. 1800. | '''PHYSICAL SNOB, THE.''' English, Country Dance Tune (9/8 time). F Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABBCC. The melody dates to c. 1800. Dance instructions are for a longways dance for three couples. Dancing master John Durang (for whom see "[[annotation:Durang's Hornpipe (1)]]") contributed several new works to Bill Rickett's circus in late 18th/early 19th century America, including “a Comic Piece, in One Act, called The Physical Snob." There is also a broadside ballad called "The Physical Snob" [Roud Number: V1973] that begins: | ||
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''I am a physical snob, Sirs,''<br> | |||
''Can cure ev'ry disease very fast!''<br> | |||
''There's no greater dab at a , Sirs,''<br> | |||
''Than litte Emanuel Last:''<br> | |||
''A son of a seven son I, Sirs,''<br> | |||
''Altho' in no charriot I rolls!''<br> | |||
''As a physician I patch up your bodies,''<br> | |||
''As a cobler I patch up your soles.''<br> | |||
''With my fol de rol, &c. ''<br> | |||
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''Your Warnick lane physic disciples,''<br> | |||
''Strut about, and look wond'rous big;''<br> | |||
''But alas! all their knowledge is plac'd | |||
''In a gold-headed cane and bush wig;''<br> | |||
''As for me, Sirs, I cure all distempers,''<br> | |||
''Howsoever so had they may be;''<br> | |||
''But, like many of my learned brothers,''<br> | |||
''No description without I've a fee.''<br> | |||
''With my fol de rol, &c.''<br> | |||
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''Master Bobby, a crop of this age,''<br> | |||
''Another day in great haste for me sent;''<br> | |||
''Lest death should push him off life's stage,''<br> | |||
''So away the the German I went:''<br> | |||
''I gave him a potion for sleeping,''<br> | |||
''Which, a little while after he'd ta'en,''<br> | |||
''He was put into bed, and he slept, Sirs,''<br> | |||
''So sound that he ne'r wak'd again.''<br> | |||
''With my fol de rol, &c.''<br> | |||
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''When my physical habit I quit,''<br> | |||
''As a cobler appearing to view,''<br> | |||
''Ne'er fear I each fancy shall hit,''<br> | |||
If i gain approbation from you;''<br> | |||
And when Im at work in my stall,''<br> | |||
''Or in physical habit, I sing,''<br> | |||
''Whether handling the potion or awl,''<br> | |||
''Like a true Briton, Gad Save the King.''<br> | |||
''With my, &c.''<br> | |||
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''Printed sources'': Barnes ('''English Country Dance Tunes'''), 1986. | ''Printed sources'': Barnes ('''English Country Dance Tunes'''), 1986. Bentley ('''Fallibroome Collection, vol. 1'''). | ||
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PHYSICAL SNOB, THE. English, Country Dance Tune (9/8 time). F Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABBCC. The melody dates to c. 1800. Dance instructions are for a longways dance for three couples. Dancing master John Durang (for whom see "annotation:Durang's Hornpipe (1)") contributed several new works to Bill Rickett's circus in late 18th/early 19th century America, including “a Comic Piece, in One Act, called The Physical Snob." There is also a broadside ballad called "The Physical Snob" [Roud Number: V1973] that begins:
I am a physical snob, Sirs,
Can cure ev'ry disease very fast!
There's no greater dab at a , Sirs,
Than litte Emanuel Last:
A son of a seven son I, Sirs,
Altho' in no charriot I rolls!
As a physician I patch up your bodies,
As a cobler I patch up your soles.
With my fol de rol, &c.
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,
Howsoever so had they may be;
But, like many of my learned brothers,
No description without I've a fee.
With my fol de rol, &c.
Master Bobby, a crop of this age,
Another day in great haste for me sent;
Lest death should push him off life's stage,
So away the the German 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.
When my physical habit I quit,
As a cobler appearing to view,
Ne'er fear I each fancy shall hit,
If i gain approbation from you;
And when Im at work in my stall,
Or in physical habit, I sing,
Whether handling the potion or awl,
Like a true Briton, Gad Save the King.
With my, &c.
Source for notated version:
Printed sources: Barnes (English Country Dance Tunes), 1986. Bentley (Fallibroome Collection, vol. 1).
Recorded sources: