III
A link boy once I stood the gag, [4]
At Charing Cross did ply,
Here's light your honor for a mag, [5]
But now my potatoes cry.
Chorus. And they all, etc.
A link boy once I stood the gag, [4]
At Charing Cross did ply,
Here's light your honor for a mag, [5]
But now my potatoes cry.
Chorus. And they all, etc.