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Or I'm apt to lose m' Job, | Or I'm apt to lose m' Job, | ||
As, the Learnèd English Dog, to-ni-ight! | As, the Learnèd English Dog, to-ni-ight! | ||
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| + | Gamesters in Trouble, Sweet-Hearts untrue, | ||
| + | Sailors with no one to bid them adieu, | ||
| + | Roistering Fops and the Mast-Pond Brigade, all | ||
| + | Impatient to chat with the Sibylline Maid, singing, | ||
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| + | Let us go down, to Hepsie's tonight, | ||
| + | Maybe tonight, she'll show us the Light,-- | ||
| + | Maybe she'll cackle, and maybe she'll cry, | ||
| + | But for two and a kick she won't spit in your Eye. | ||
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| + | She warn'd ''Ramillies'' sailors, Beware of the Bolt, | ||
| + | And the Corsica-bound of Pa-oli's Revolt,-- | ||
| + | From lottery Tickets to History's End, | ||
| + | She's the miserable, bug-bitten sailor's best friend, singing, | ||
| + | Let us go down, &c. | ||
Revision as of 17:59, 5 December 2011
Pynchon loves to embed song lyrics into the text of his stories. For him the writing process does not involve only the traditional dialogue and description, but song lyrics to flavor the story too. Below are listed the songs that Pynchon writes for Mason & Dixon, organized by the order in which they appear.
Songs in Mason & Dixon
P. 18
Ask me anything you please, The Learnèd English Dog am I, well- Up on ev'rything from Fleas Unto the King's Mon-og-am-eye,
Persian Princes, Polish Blintzes, Chinamen's Geo-mancy,-- Jump-ing Beans or Flying Machines, Just as it suits your Fan-cy.
I quote enough of the Classickal Stuff To set your Ears a-throb, Work logarith-mick Versèd Sines Withal, within me Nob, -- Only nothing Ministerial, please, Or I'm apt to lose m' Job, As, the Learnèd English Dog, to-ni-ight!
P. 27
Gamesters in Trouble, Sweet-Hearts untrue, Sailors with no one to bid them adieu, Roistering Fops and the Mast-Pond Brigade, all Impatient to chat with the Sibylline Maid, singing,
Let us go down, to Hepsie's tonight, Maybe tonight, she'll show us the Light,-- Maybe she'll cackle, and maybe she'll cry, But for two and a kick she won't spit in your Eye.
She warn'd Ramillies sailors, Beware of the Bolt, And the Corsica-bound of Pa-oli's Revolt,-- From lottery Tickets to History's End, She's the miserable, bug-bitten sailor's best friend, singing, Let us go down, &c.
