The Girl I Left Behind Me/The Vauxhall Watch
THE VAUXHALL WATCH.
MY names Tady Blany I’ll be bound,
Neither man nor boy upon the ground,
Full twenty years I’ve beat my round,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
My time it being a little short,
To be sure I have had some sport,
With the gentles that to this place resort,
When Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Marcaronies, what a fight,
Then of pretty damsels neat and tight,
Of a star-light morn I’ve bid good night,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
The spark replies no one will see,
You are deceiv’d, my soul, said she,
There’s that Irish thief, meaning me,
Crying Vauxhall watch.
Then I gets a thirteen not to talk,
And I gently steal t’wards the dark walk,
I then decamp no sport to baulk,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Neither man nor boy upon the ground,
Full twenty years I’ve beat my round,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
My time it being a little short,
To be sure I have had some sport,
With the gentles that to this place resort,
When Crying Vauxhall Watch.
Marcaronies, what a fight,
Then of pretty damsels neat and tight,
Of a star-light morn I’ve bid good night,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.
The spark replies no one will see,
You are deceiv’d, my soul, said she,
There’s that Irish thief, meaning me,
Crying Vauxhall watch.
Then I gets a thirteen not to talk,
And I gently steal t’wards the dark walk,
I then decamp no sport to baulk,
Crying Vauxhall Watch.