(A Lay of the Downy One.)
Air.—“Dance, the Boatman, Dance.”
I lead a very merry and a rollicking life,
Each passing day with fun is rife,
I’ve hunters, I’ve a yacht, I’ve an Opera box,
And this is how I steer clear of rocks.
Sign the Bill Stamp, sign,
Sign the Bill Stamp, sign.
You may dance all night, ’neath the gay gas light,
If you only do a bill in the morning.