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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,
