There was often a yell at my waggery, oh!
But those days of delight are for ever gone by,
And I can't get a meal by my wit, if I try,
For care and old age, I am sorry to say,
Have destroy'd my high spirits, and bolted away
With my waggery, ah!
My waggery, oh!
I shall never see more of my waggery, oh!