Get off the meat you rascally glutton,
You’ve made my ven’son a saddle of mutton,
With your handy dandy, bacon and gravy,
Good lack, says alderman Gobble.
Lord, sir, says Betty, what a splash,
Heigho! says Gobble;
’Tis a monstrous bad rumbistical crash,
But tomorrow I’ll tickle it up in a hash,
With your handy dandy, bacon and gravy,
Ay, do! says alderman Gobble.