“Over the gate,” it seemed to say;
“Come round to-morrow the bill to pay.”
The dog is hungry, the moon is pale,
God help the boy if the trousers fail,
Set sail, Tommy, set sail, set sail.
“What is he waiting for, O, my heart?
Why don’t he get another start?
Again! Again! My heart! My heart!
What are you waiting for Tommy dear?
Get up and hustle, the coast is clear;