I was so good at nobbing with the plate,
They soon made me a Captain of the ranks;
And often when our meetings were dispersed,
With Sister Jane I’d offer up a prayer,
I’d such a jolly spree, when she took me home to tea,
For I knew what it was to be there.
(Chorus.)—To be there, &c.
I’m troubled with a vixen for a wife,
And often sigh for liberty once more,
She leads me such a very wretched life,