How I laughed at the child then, to think o’ a crown on my head;
I told her to shut up cantin’, I didn’t want to be dead.
Still some’ow I wasn’t ’appy, for ’appen I’d got a fright,
And wondered whatever’ud’appen if I should die that night,
So to keep down her pleadin’s I off on a pretty good spree,
Down at the pub at the corner, along o’ my mates and me.
We was pretty gone on the wrong side, stagg’rin’ ’ome that night,
And there was Flo sittin’ and watchin’, with the room clean and bright.
With a curse at her for waitin’ I flung myself on the bed,
Catchin’ the lamp with my arm, and pullin’ it down on my ’ead.