I’m a Fuller’s earth colour young man,
A greeny and “yuller” young man:
Pretty externally “Patience” and “Colonelly,”
Utterly, utter young man.
I once was a cobby and hack young man.
And a little bit calico bally,
A picture card out of the pack young man,
And frequently Music Hally.
I’d sing and I’d shout (echo)
“Poor ’Liza” about (echo)