Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
Page | 1273 |
Chapter | -- |
Text |
`Come, come, come an' 'ave a drink with me Down by the ole Bull and Bush. Come, come, come an' shake 'ands with me Down by the ole Bull and Bush. Wot cheer me little Germin band! Fol the diddle di do! Come an' take 'old of me 'and Come, come, come an' 'ave a drink with me, Down by the old Bull and Bush, Bush! Bush!' Protracted knocking on the tables greeted the end of the song, but as the Semi-drunk knew no other except odd verses and choruses, he called upon Crass for the next, and that gentleman accordingly sang `Work, Boys, Work' |