She got out the cash for him,
"Now hang up your hat, and come in to the tea,
And tell us a lot about Jim."
He hung up his hat, and went in to the tea,
Said he to a girl, who was there,
"You're the livin' dead image of my chum Jim,
Regardin' yer figure, and hair."
Said he to another, "Yer like yer mother,
But still the expression of Jim,
Is a playin' around yer beautiful smile,