I talked to him and gi'm a pear;
I'm sure the poor child meant no wrong,
It's all my fault he stayed so long,
He'd not have stayed, mum, I'll be bound
If I'd not chanced to come around.
It's all my fault he stayed, not his.
I kept him here, that's how it is.'
'Oh! And how dare you, then?' says she,
'How dare you tempt my boy from me?
How dare you do't, you drunken swine,