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When a man has been a naughty baronet, And expresses his repentance and regret,
 * You should help him, if you're able,
 * Like the mousie in the fable,

That's the teaching of my Book of Etiquette.

If you ask me why I do not pipe my eye, Like an honest British sailor, I reply,
 * That with Zorah for my missis,
 * There'll be bread and cheese and kisses,

Which is just the sort of ration I enjye!

Prompted by a keen desire to evoke All the blessed calm of matrimony's yoke,
 * We shall toddle off to-morrow,
 * From this scene of sin and sorrow,

For to settle in the town of Basingstoke!

For happy the lily,
 * That's kissed by the bee;

And, sipping tranquilly,
 * Quite happy is he;

And happy the filly
 * That neighs in her pride;

But happier than any, A pound to a penny, A lover is, when he
 * Embraces his bride!