Oh, what a sad booby am I!
In London, what gay chop-house signs in the street!
But the only sign here is of nothing to eat.
Heigho! that I——for hunger should die!
My mutton's all lost; I'm a poor starving elf!
And for all the world like a lost mutton myself.
Oho! I shall die a lost mutton!
Oh! what a lost mutton am I!
For a neat slice of beef, I could roar like a bull;