A brief which I bought of a booby—
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!
Chorus.—A couple of shirts, &c.
In Westminster Hall I danced a dance,
Like a semi-despondent fury;
For I thought I never should hit on a chance,
Of addressing a British jury—
But I soon got tired of third class journeys,
And dinners of bread and water;