Nix my Dolly, Pals, Fake Away!
In a box of the stone Jug I was born,
Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn,—
Fake away!
My noble father, as I’ve heard say,
Was a famous merchant of capers gay;
Nix my dolly, pals,—fake away!
Nix my dolly, &c.
The knucks in quod did my shoolmen play,