Though wherever I went not a soul, boys,
Could have pointed out Adam from me.
But we had a rare social success, boys,
Got mixed with the noble and great,
Till one’s friends, who say kind and nice things, boys,
Talked of me as “the man come to wait!”
So, I’ve no more a sweet pretty wife, boys;
For the one that I once hoped to own,
Belongs, as I’ve found to my cost, boys,
To the great British public alone.