In favour of the baker;
And sent him word to say that he
Might come next day and take her.
Away they stole at early dawn:
"And now, my pretty puss,"
Says he, "we'll have a cab." Says she,
"No; I prefers a buss."
They get in one of Shillibeer's,
And rode along Fleet Street,
(So call'd, I am told, because in it