WHEN at hame wi' dad,

Which mead me sae mad,

I swore away I'd run sir;

I packed up cleas sae smart,

Ribbed stocking, weastcoats pratty,

Wi' money and leet heart,

Tripped off te Lunnun city.

Fal de ral de ra.

When I did git there,

I geaped about quite silly,

At all the shows te stare,

In a spot called Piccerdilly;

Lord sic charming seets,

Bods i' cages thrive sir,

Coaches, fiddles, fights,

And crocodiles alive sir.

Fal de ral, &c.

Then I did ge te see,

The gentry in Hyde Park sir,

When a lass pushed reedely by,

Te whoam I did remark sir,

Te 't play-house then I gaus,

Whar I seed merry feaces,

And in the lower rows,

Were sarvents keeping pleaces;

T' players I saw seun,

They managed things quite funny,

By gock they'd Hunny-mean,

Afore they'd Mattrimony.

Fal de ral, &c.

Now having seen all I cud,

And passed away my time sir,

If you think fit and good,

I'le een give up my rhyme sir;

And sud my ditty please,

The popies in this garden,

Te me t'wad be hearts-ease,

If not I ax yer pardon.

Fal de ral de ra.