| For thieving vos a thing she never vos inclined to: But he sent my love across the seas, far far away. |
Spoken.—Here’s your hard-hearted cabbages.
| All round, &c. For seven long years my love and I is parted, For seven long years my love is bound to stay. |
Spoken.—It’s a precious long time ’fore I does any trade to-day.
| Bad luck to that chap vot’d ever be false-hearted, Oh, I’ll love my love for ever, tho’ she’s far far away. |
Spoken.—Here’s your nice heads of salary!
| All round, &c. There is some young men so preciously deceitful, A coaxing of the young gals they vish to lead astray. |
Spoken.—Here’s your Valnuts; crack’em and try’em, a shilling a hundred!
| As soon as they deceives’em, so cruelly they leaves ’em, And they never sighs nor sorrows ven they’re far far away!— |
Spoken.—Do you vant any hingons to-day, marm?