But all that she did was to turn up her nose,
And wagging her tail she then waltz’d down the court.
Like a blighted young flower expire I shall,
For I’d cast my infections on that there young gal,
So I’m the victim of love, I’m the victim of love,
There’s no cure but extinction for the victim of love.
Written expressly for Mackney, the comic singer, by G. W. Hunt, and published by J. Bath, Berners Street, London.
The Song of the Seedy Common-Councillor
after a Week’s Festivities.
A Doctor who dwells in my neighbourhood crossed me,