’Is mare she neighs the ’ole day long,
        She paws the ’ole night through,
An’ she won’t take ’er feed ’cause o’ waitin’ for ’is step,
        Which is just what a beast would do.

    ’Is girl she goes with a bombardier
        Before ’er month is through;
An’ the banns are up in church, for she’s got the beggar hooked,
        Which is just what a girl would do.

    We fought ’bout a dog—last week it were—
        No more than a round or two;
But I strook ’im cruel ’ard, an’ I wish I ’adn’t now,
        Which is just what a man can’t do.

    ’E was all that I ’ad in the way of a friend,
        An’ I’ve ’ad to find one new;
But I’d give my pay an’ stripe for to get the beggar back,
        Which it’s just too late to do.