Come, all ye gents vot cleans the plate,
Come, all ye ladies maids so fair—
Vile I a story vil relate
Of cruel Jeames of Buckley Square.
A tighter lad, it is confest,
Never valked vith powder in his air,
Or vore a nosegay in his breast,
Than andsum Jeames of Buckley Square.
O Evns! it vas the best of sights,
Behind his Master’s coach and pair,