He now doth know,
Where all his Bohea and Souchong doth go.
Chorus—“For ho! ho! ho!” &c.
Old Tim he reclines in his high-backed chair,
And plays a few tunes on a fife;
He blows it for joy for he doesn’t care,
Since he puzzled her out of her life.
Yes! his landlady out of her life,
For he’s got a lock on his tea-chest so strong,
And the Landlady tried it for ever so long