Living
There's Doctor Clash
From An Island in the Moon (c. 1784)
Living
There's Doctor Clash,
And Sinior Falalasole,
O they sweep in the cash
Into their purse hole!
Fa me la sol La me fa Sol!
Great A, little A,
Bouncing B!
Play away, Play away.
You'r out of the key!
Fa me la sol La me fa sol!
Musicians should have
A pair of very good ears,
And Long fingers & thumbs,
And not like clumsy bears.
Fa me la sol La me fa sol!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Rap! Rap! Rap!
Fiddle! Fiddle! Fiddle!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Fa me la sol La me fa sol!
Cite this poem
MLA
Blake, William. “There's Doctor Clash.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/123/.
Chicago
Blake, William. “There's Doctor Clash.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/123/.
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