So wisely speaks of “roping,” and he always “smells a rat,”
But it very often happens that he’s put “into a hat,”
Is this fine Young London Gentleman,
Quite of the present style.
But there comes a time when barmaids and when theatres are no go,
When the “Boy” is voted nasty, and burlesques considered slow,
When ev’rything too stale is, and when life has lost its flow,
And the spirits once so high become dull, sluggish, bad, and low,
Of the fine Young London Gentleman,
Quite of the present style.