On the purse of old John Bull,
With fair promises, I will be bound,
They’ll coax him out of ten thousand pounds.
There was such work I do suppose,
For to put on the baby’s clothes,
Oh, nurse, look here, how very silly,
You’ve run a pin in the little girl’s belly.
God bless the Queen, we wish her joy,
And may the next one be a boy,
And if they both should crave for more