Classic Poem

From great Londonderry to London so merry,
My own natty self in a wagon did ride,
In London so frisky folks ride in a whiskey,
In Connaught we carried the whisky inside,
I jumped from the wagon and saw a green dragon,
I spied a blue boar when I turned to the south,
At the Swan with two throttles, I tippled two bottles,
And bothered the beef at the Bull and the Mouth.
Ah, Looney, my honey, look after your money,
'Tis all botheration from bottom to top,
Sing didderoo daisy, my jewel, be aisy,
This Lunnun agra' is the devil's own shop.

The great city wax-work is nothing but tax-work,
A plan to bamboozle me out of my pelf,
Says I, Mrs. Salmon, come, none of your gammon,
Your figures are no more alive than myself.
I axed an old Quaker the way to Long Acre;
With thee and with thou he so bother'd my brain,
After fifty long sallies through lanes and blind alleys,
I found myself walking in Rosemary-lane.
Ah, Looney, my honey, look after your money,
'Tis all botheration from bottom to top,
Sing didderoo daisy, my jewel be alsy,
This Lunnun agra' is the devil's own shop.

At night, O how silly along Piccadilly
I wandered, when up came a beautiful dame —
Hurroo, says the lady, how do you do, Paddy?
Says I, pretty well, ma'am, I hope you're the same,
But a great hulking fellow who held her umbrella,
He gave me a terrible thump on the nob,
She ran away squalling, I watch, watch! was calling,
The devil a watch was there left in my fob,
Ah, Looney, my honey, take care of your money,
'Tis all botheration from bottom to top,
Sing didderoo daisy, my jewel be aisy,
This Lunnun agra' is the devil's own shop.