WAS in the Daisy Bell,

I met him, quite a swell,

His style, was very taking, and off hand,

"No thanks!" said he "I think

We'll toss up, for the drink,

I'm independent, as there's in the land!"

I tossed him, and I lost,

Said he "That was a frost,

I'll toss you now, a consolation toss,

I'll toss you, for a bob"

I lost! "I wouldn't rob"

Said he "I wouldn't see you, at a loss.

"By gum! here's what I'll do,

I'll toss you now for two,

It's double now, or quits, that we will try,"

Again I lost; 'twas queer,

Again, said he, "look here,

Your fortune, will be lifting by and by."

I thought that it must turn,

But soon I had to learn,

His way was rather taking, and off hand,

A goodly sum was due,

Said he "I've made off you,

Six quid, and sixteen tanners, you will stand,"

"Your double coin," said I,

"Has just now caught my eye,

And the dust, from your jacket, I must whack!"

His jacket, with malacca, I did crack!

His hide, was very taking, at the back!