"Come, step it, forty-eight!"
And forty-eight stepped out.
"They gets it pretty hot,
The maidens wot we cotch—
Two years this lady's got
For collaring a wotch."
"Oh, ah!—indeed—I see,"
The troubadour exclaimed—
"If I may make so free,
"Come, step it, forty-eight!"
And forty-eight stepped out.
"They gets it pretty hot,
The maidens wot we cotch—
Two years this lady's got
For collaring a wotch."
"Oh, ah!—indeed—I see,"
The troubadour exclaimed—
"If I may make so free,