Both beer and sperrits he abhord,
(Sperrits and beer I can’t a bear,)
You would have thought he vas a lord,
Down in our All in Buckley Square.
Last year he visper’d, “Mary Hann,
Ven I’ve an ‘under’d pound to spare,
To take a public is my plan,
And leave this hojous Buckley Square.”
O how my gentle heart did bound,
To think that I his name should bear.