Well, I bought ’er—I mean it, indeed—
Yes, bought ’er like one of my stud.
For the Herl o’ Stoke Pogis was poor,
And he couldn’t afford to say “No,”
When he ’ad a good chance to secure
Such a rich son-in-law at a blow.
Well, next, goaded on by the Herl,
A seat in the ’Ouse ’twas I bought;
Which was dear at the price, I may say,
For it’s not so much fun as I thought.