With your lather and shave, &c.
“Sit still,” says the barber, “and don’t make a din,
With your moving your jaws, I’ll be cutting your chin.”
“Not cut but sawed, och, that razor you’ve got,
Sure it wouldn’t cut butter, if it wasn’t made hot.
With your lather and shave, &c.
“Now lave off yer tricks, and don’t shave any more,”
And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door,
Crying, “Ye may lather and shave all yer friends till yer sick,
But, be jabers, I’d rather be shaved wid a brick.”