The deed o’ that there dawg, who come back through fire to us,
An’ can ye wonder now, sir, that last night I made a fuss?
’E braved a burnin’ staircase, an’ ’ed stayed till we had dropped,
An’, when my Poll, soon after, straight away to glory popped,
She said, “Jim, keep our Jack safe,” an’ I’ve allus’ kep’ me vow,
An’ you’ll let me off, sir, won’t you, so that I don’t break it now;
The kid ’as gone to her mother, wi’ the angels up above,
An’ if I should lose old Jack, why, I’d nothin’ ave ter love,
Ah! don’t be ’ard, sir, this time—don’t break a poor cove’s ’eart;
What, sir? I’m free! God bless yer! me dawg an’ me won’t part!