They stick up half their bosses bills, and sells the rest for waste, sirs;
Now honesty’s best policy, with a good name to retire with,
So what I doesn’t use myself—my old girl lights the fire with.
Chorus.—With my paste, &c.
Sometimes I’m jobbing for the church with charitable sermons,
And sometimes for the theatres, the English and the Germans;
To me, of course, no odds it is, so long as I’m a winner—
Whether I sticks up for a saint, or hangs up for a sinner.
Chorus.—With my paste, &c.
There’s Jenny Lind, I’m proud to say—sweet music’s great adorner,