But Watson myed Tom Carr to rue,
Before 'twas varry lang:
He had him tried before me Lord,
And Carr fand he was wrang.
Me Lord tell'd Carr he had ne reet
To shop them, e'en had it been lyater,
Until he'd tyen them, first ov a',
Before a Mister Magistrater.
Whack, fal, &c.
Now Tommy Carr may claw his lug,
Th' expences he mun pay:
But still there's nyen that's sorry for't;
'It sarves him reet,' they say.
So howay, lads, let's off to toon,
We'll a' put wor bit better hats on;
And if Tom Carr shops us agyen,
Me sowl! we'll give him Waller Watson.
JOHNNY SC—TT AND TOMMY C—RR.
A DIALOGUE.
Sc—tt—Ah! woe's me! what shall I do,
Tommy C—rr, Tommy C—rr?
For I have most cause to rue,
Tommy C—rr!
Though your costs are very great,
Yet much harder is my fate—
I may shut the Kitty gate,
Tommy C—rr!
C—rr—I will soon be clear of mine,
Johnny Sc—tt, Johnny Sc—tt!
For I will myself confine,
Johnny Sc—tt!
Just for three short weeks or so,
Up the nineteen steps I'll go,
And be wash'd as white as snow,
Johnny Sc—tt!
Sc—tt—Oh! that tyrant of a Judge,
Tommy C—rr, Tommy C—rr!
He has surely had some grudge,
Tommy C—rr!
Can we gain our honest bread,
Now when cut off in full trade,
We who've been so long well fed,
Tommy C—rr!
C—rr—Oh! how trifling was our chance,
Johnny Sc—tt, Johnny Sc—tt!
Oh! had Scarlett been at France,
Johnny Sc—tt!
Brougham's help was all we had,
Well he knew our case was bad;
And au'd Bayley frown'd like mad,
Johnny Sc—tt!
Sc—tt—I my huckstering shop may let,
Tommy C—rr, Tommy C—rr!
No more customers we'll get,
Tommy C—rr!
Mrs. Sc—tt has room to growl,
There is not one hungry soul
For to buy a penny roll,
Tommy C—rr!