You are going far away, far away from all your Debts,
There’s no one left to pay me now, for you have no assets,
My bill it will be with you, wherever you may go;
Can you look into my ledger, and deny me what you owe?
When you wear the light moustache, and the vest of brilliant blue,
I fear that you’ll forget then all about my I. O. U.
With the reins between your fingers, and a danseuse by your side,
You’ll spend your uncle’s legacy, and all your duns deride.
Oh, were I Lord John Russell, or still better Robert Peel,
I would pass a stringent measure that would make you debtors feel;