Where twenty lasses, hey, or more,
Came out to have a better glore
At bumkin as they call'd me.
"Walk in," said she, "kind sir," to me,
Quite politely, quite politely;
"Walk in," said she, "kind sir," to me.
"Poor chap," say they, "he's undone."
"Walk in," says she. "No, no," says I,
"For I've got other fish to fry,
I've seen you home, so now good bye,