“Come home with me, my little man, come home with me and sup,
My landlady is Mrs. Jones—we must not keep her up—
There’s roast potatoes at the fire—enough for me and you—
Come home, you little vulgar Boy — I lodge at Number 2.”
I took him home to Number 2, the house beside “The Foy,”
I bade him wipe his dirty shoes,—that little vulgar Boy,—
And then I said to Mistress Jones, the kindest of her sex,
“Pray be so good as go and fetch a pint of double X!”
But Mrs. Jones was rather cross, she made a little noise,
She said “she did not like to wait on little vulgar Boys.”