If I dont then—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me."
I went to the play, I went to the park, saw the king,
To see all the grand sights I were willing,
But when I came at night to count o'er my brass,
Egad I found I'd took two bad shillings.
"If the Yorkshire lads were to know it," says I,
"Oh dear how they would teaze me."
But some kind friend shall have them again,
If they dont, why—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me.
A fine lady came up, half drunk in the street,