An’, nothin’ else to do, I saw ’er ’ome;
We ’ad a little bottle of the very finest brand,
An’ drank each other’s ’ealth in crystal foam.
I lent the dear a sover’ign; she thanked me for the same
An’ laid ’er golden ’ead upon me breast;
But soon I finds myself thrown out the passage like shot,—
A six-foot man confronts me, an’ ’e says:
Chorus—
I’m sorry to disturb you, but the lodger ’as come,” etc.
The feature of the song, however, was Mac’s leer, which, in a public hall, would have brought down the house, and which I feel unable to describe.