Here broke in a roar of laughter.
His waistcoat a’d stockids a’d breeches were white,
His cap had a dew cherry ribbon to tie’t.
The baids to the doors a’d the balcodies rad,
A’d said: ‘Lack-a-day, he’s a proper yu’g bad.’
The singer was again interrupted by another great shout of laughter. It may have been his drunken grimaces and thick pronunciation that amused the convicts; there seemed not much to laugh at in the words of his song.
But as at the windows the ladies he spied,
Like a beau id the box he bowed low od each side!
A’d whed the last speech the loud ’awkers did cry,
He swore frob his cart: ‘It was all a dabbed lie!’