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.