THE YORKSHIRE LAD IN LONDON.

WHEN I left father and mother, sister and brother, They all cried you'll surely be undone; For resolved was I my fortune to try, And just take a trip to London— Cry'd my father, "When there, dont curse and swear As the Londoners do if they teaze ye, But your passion keep down as well as you can, And say—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me." "Lord, father, do you take me for a fool, That was in Yorkshire born and bred, man; I'm not to be done by the London chaps, As long as I've eyes in my head, man; And should they think for to go to contrive With their cunning and tricks to tease me, I, as well as they, know how many beans make five If I dont then—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me." I went to the play, I went to the park, saw the king, To see all the grand sights I were willing, But when I came at night to count o'er my brass, Egad I found I'd took two bad shillings. "If the Yorkshire lads were to know it," says I, "Oh dear how they would teaze me." But some kind friend shall have them again, If they dont, why—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me. A fine lady came up, half drunk in the street, Thinking for me to nicely trepan, sir; For you see I being drest in my best, She called me a handsome young man, sir; "And sir, if along with me you'll go," says she, "I think as how I should so please ye." So I went—and I gave her the two bad shillings, If I didn't—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me. Then a stranger came up, says he, "My dear friend, I'm glad in London to meet you; Do you know me?" says he—says I, "Very well, Come to the public house and I'll treat you." So I called for the liquor—got half drunk, Where the chap he thought to ease me, But I walked me away, left him the reckoning to pay, If I didn't—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me. Then another chap called me on the other side, Says he, "Look, I've found a gold ring, sir, If you'll ten shillings give me, yours it shall be." "Oh!" says I, "'tis a grand looking thing, sir, But I tell you what, my sweet London chap, Dont think of my money to ease me, For a Yorkshire lad knows brass from gold, If he don't—then Jemmy Johnson squeeze me." I was tired of their tricks, says I, "I'll go home, While all's right, tight, and comely; For a rolling stone gathers no moss, And home is home if it's ever so homely." But I made 'em remember 'for I left town, They thought how it did please me, That the Yorkshire lad was not to be had, If he was—Jemmy Johnson squeeze me.