HERE’S THE MAN A-COMING!
In Lunnon town each day, strange sayings will be springing,
But, if you list to me, a new one I’ll be singing,
As you go through the town, the people will be funning,
One cries out, “Put it down, here’s the man a-coming!”
’Twas only t’other day, as sure as I’m a sinner,
A leg of pork I bought, to have a slap up dinner;
When, half way down the street, a young scamp came by, running,
Says he “Guv’ner, drop that meat, here’s the man a-coming!”
Young married folks, I fear, to extremes often dash on,
They’re always in a fright, through studying the fashion;
Each day with fear and dread, the tradesmen they are shunning,
“Jem, get under the bed, here’s the tally man a-coming!”
There’s lots of ups and downs, and lots of rummy dodgings,
But I do it quite brown, in taking furnish’d lodgings:
I own I’m very poor, to pay there is no fun in,
So I always bolt the door, when I hear the landlord coming!
It’s pleasant, in this place, to see your smiling faces,
And, gents, too, I presume, you’re in your proper places;
Now, there’s one stands there so sly, I know he’s very cunning,
I say, “Mind what you’re at, here’s the man a-coming!”
THE NOBBY HEAD OF HAIR.
You’ve called on me to sing a song, I’ll try what I can do,
I don’t say whether good or bad, for that I’ll leave to you,
The subject’s now before you, and I firmly do declare.
There’s no one in this street can sport such a nobby head of hair.
Perhaps you think I’m bragging, but the proof it is most clear,
If you only twig the company that stands around me here,
But something I’ll tell you,—now, pray don’t at me stare,—
There’s nothing half so handsome—as a nobby head of hair.