If Dirty Deeds.
(Sung by an inebriated Chimney-sweep.
After Sullivan’s “If Doughty Deeds.”)
I.
If dirty deeds my lady please,
I’m jest the man to soot ’er;
With me she’s sure to feel at ease,
Both now and in the futur’.
A dingy colour o’er me lies,
Wot pictur’s forth my art;
Wich, if it gets into my heyes,