English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Come wed, my dear, and let's agree, Then of the booze-ken you'll be free; No sneer from cully, mot, or froe Dare then reproach my Bess for Joe; For he's the kiddy rum and queer, That all St. Giles's boys do fear
Recitative.
With daylights flashing, Bess at length reply'd, Must Joey proffer this, and be deny'd? No, no, my Joe shall have his heart delight And we'll be wedded ere we dorse this night; "Well lipp'd," quoth Joe, "no more you need to say"-- "Gee-up! gallows, do you want my sand to-day?"
Air.