'I'll stay till mother come,' I said,
And stay I did, and joked and talked,
And shoppers wondered as they walked.
'There's that Saul Kane, the drunken blaggard,
Talking to little Jimmy Jaggard.
The drunken blaggard reeks of drink.'
'Whatever will his mother think?'
'Wherever has his mother gone?
Nip round to Mrs Jaggard's, John,
And say her Jimmy's out again,