I could call for my love and call in vain;
And I met that horrid policeman's eyes,
Keenly and quietly watching my pain.
He suddenly called for his men to come;
So they made their appearance one by one,
And he said, 'The gen'leman's not been 'ome,
And she 'asn't a notion what he's done.
And he won't come now, you may swear to that;
I rayther think he'll look arter a ship:
I rayther suspect we've been rayther flat,