Three new songs/Take care of your Money
Take Care of your Money.
FROM great Londonderry to London so merry.
My own natty self in a waggon did ride;
In London so frisky, folks ride in a whisky,
At Connaught they carry their whisky inside,
I jump’d from the waggon and sew a green dragon,
I spied a blue boar when I turn’d to the south,
At the Swan and two Trottles, I tippled two bottles,
And bothere’d the beef at the Bull and the Mouth.
Ah! Paddy, my honey, take care of your money,
It's all botheration from bottom to top;
Sing didderoo daisy, my jewel, be aisy
This London, agrah! is the devil’s own shop.
The great city wax work, was all a mere ax-work,
A plan to bamboozle me out of my pelf,
Says I, Mrs Salmon, cut up your gammon,
You figures, are no more alive than yourself.
I ax'd an old quaker the way to long Acre;
With thee and with thou, ha so bother’d my brain
After fifty long sallies thro’ lanes and blind allies.
I found my myself in Rosemary lane.
Ah! Paddy, my honey, &c.
At, night, how silly! along Picadilly,
I wander’d when up comes a beautiful dame;
‘Huzza!’ says the lady, ‘how do you do Paddy?’
Says I, pretty well, ma’am, I hope you’re the same,
A great hulking fellow who held her umbrella,
Then gave me t terrible thump on the nob:
She ran awa squaling, I, watch! watch! was bawling:-
The devil a watch was there left in my fob.
Ah! Paddy, my honey, &c.
FIINIS.