The company met gay as larks, sir,
Dressed out like blown roses and pinks;
And each buxom lass and gay spark, sir,
Had plenty of spirits to drink.
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.
The Barber sung, ‘Gallery of Wigs,’ sir,
The gemmen all said—’twas the dandy;
And the ladies encored Johnny Fig,
Who volunteered ‘Drops of Brandy.’
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.
