MADAM FIG’S GALA.
Johnny Fig was a green and white grocer,
In business as brisk as an eel, sir;
None than John to the shop could stick closer,
Which Madam Fig thought ungenteel, sir.
Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea.
Of all the gay parties, I’ve seen,
’Tis Madam Fig’s Gala for me.
Her neighbours resolved to cut out,
And astonish the rustic parishioners,
She invited them all to a rout,
And ax’t all the village musicioners.
Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea,
Of all the gay parties I’ve seen,
’Tis Madam Fig’s Gala for me.