To the Burden of 'Rogues All.' COME hither ye gallants, come hither ye maids, To the trim gravelled walks, to the shady arcades; Come hither, come hither, the nightingales call; -- Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Come hither, ye cits, from your Lothbury hives! Come hither, ye husbands, and look to your wives! For the sparks are as thick as the leaves in the Mall; -- Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Here the 'prentice from Aldgate may ogle a Toast! Here his Worship must elbow the Knight of the Post! For the wicket is free to the great and the small; -- Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Here Betty may flaunt in her mistress's sack! Here Trip wear his master's brocade on his back! Here a hussy may ride, and a rogue take the wall; Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Here Beauty may grant, and here Valour may ask! Here the plainest may pass for a Belle (in a mask)! Here a domino covers the short and the tall; -- Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! 'Tis a type of the world, with its drums and its din; 'Tis a type of the world, for when once you come in You are loth to go out; like the world 'tis a ball; -- Sing Tantarara, -- Vauxhall! Vauxhall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE TO FURIUS ON POVERTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |