York, you're wanted (1823)/York, you're wanted
YORK, YOU'RE WANTED.
From York I com'd to get a place,
And travelled to this town, Sir;
In Holborn I an office found,
Of credit and renown, Sir:
Says I, pray Sir, get me a place,
Says he, your prayer is granted:
And when I meet with one that suits,
I'll tell you, York, you're wanted.
A gentleman soon hired me,
I found he was a gambler:
Says he, I want a steady lad.
Says I, Sir, I'm no rambler:
But if you want a knowing one,
By few I am supplanted;
Oh! that is just the thing for me,
So, Mr York, you're wanted,
Now I knew somewhat of a hoya,
And measter just the same, Sir;
And if we didn't do the fools,
Ecod we'd been to blame⟨,⟩ Sir;
At races then we both look'd out,
For cash each bosom panted,
And when we thought the flats would bite,
The word was—York, you're wanted.
A maiden lady, you must know,
Just sixty-three years old, Sir,
There fell in love with my sweet face,
And I with ⟨her⟩ sweet gold, Sir.
She said, the little god of love
Her tender bosom haunted,—
Dear Sir, I almost blush to own,
But. Mr York⟨,⟩ you're wanted.
In wedlock's joys, you need not doubt,
Most happily I roll'd Sir,
And how we lov'd, or how we fought,
Shall never now be told, Sir;
For Mr Death stept in one day,
And swift his dart he planted,
I wip'd my eyes, and thank'd my stars
'Twas Mrs York he wanted.
So ladies pray not guard your hearts,
A secret while I tell, O;
A widower with half a plum
Must needs be a rich fellow.
With fifty thousand pounds, I think,
I ought not to be daunted;
Some lovely girl, I hope, ere long,
Will say, Sweet York, you're wanted.