Vhen a young pauper cried “I know ve shall
Get jolly vell vopt for losing our pall.”
Oh, the poor vorkhouse boy, &c.
Ve sought in each corner, each crevice ve knew,
Ve sought down the yard, and ve sought up the flue;
Ve sought in each saucepan, each kettle each pot,
In the vorter butt looked, but found him not;
And veeks rolled on, ve vere all of us told,
That somebody said he’d been burked and sold;
Vhen our master goes out the parishioners vild,