There’s something still left to be loving and kind.
Something to love me, something to bless,
Something to smile upon and to caress;
Something to fill up the void in my heart,
That will not when sorrow comes o’er me, depart.
Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker.
I’m Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, and you must all agree, sirs,
I sticks to business like a trump, and business sticks to me, sirs;
The low folks call me plasterer, but they deserve a banging,