We cannot get our toddy now;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.
Lather and Shave.
It was in this city, not far from this spot,
Where a barber he opened a snug little shop;
He was silent and sad, but his smile was so sweet,
That he pulled every body right out of the street.
With his lather and shave ’em, lather and shave ’em,