‘Och, Judy dear, ye’re young and tender,
When I’m away ye’ll not surrender,
But hould out like an ancient Roman,
And I’ll make you—an honest woman.
So, love, farewell!
‘Och, Judy, should I die in glory,
In the papers ye’ll read my awful story;
But I’m so bothered with yer charms,
I’d rather die within your arms.
So, love, farewell!’