An Original Comic Parody on "Young Ellen Loraine," Written by EDWARD P. LONGLEY, and Sung by Mr. I. WILSON, at the London Concerts
Vhen I bolted from Drury, determined to cut yer,
Cos I dreamt yer vos false vonce, Fat Nell of the lane;
Thinks I, she's a gal, vot von't pig with a butcher,
Oh! vy did yer do so, fat Nell of the lane.
I coaxed yer vhen sober, I vopt yer when muzzy,
And dear charged the doctor for easing yer pain;
Yer spent every mopus, and then turned a hussey,
Oh! vy did yer do so, fat Nell of the lane?
Ah! you vos the live ghost vot haunted my bed rug,
The thief in the darkness, fat Nell of the lane;
Stole my togs, e'en my night cap yer did from my head tug,
Vhilst I vos a snoring, fat Nell of the lane.
You'll think of me yet, vhen that false kid deceives yer,
And his pals in Clare Market, refuse yer a drain;
Vhen the shine of yer bounce, like a shying norse leaves yer,
You'll think how yer sarved me, fat Nell of the Lane.
Oh! gammon not me, in them eyes I diskiver,
Yer knows how you've done me, fat Nell of the lane;
Go doze in the lap of that dealer in liver,
Go ugly spots face-full, fat Nell of the lane.
The days vithout grub, vithout drinkin, or smokin,
They tapers my body, and muddles my brain;
Go bad un, and grin at the head you've often broken,
Go, ugly spots face-full, fat Nell of the Lane.
Pickwick Songster vol.9 no.1, 'edited by Sam Weller' [Harding A 1229] n.d. ?1837?
[with many thanks to Simon Cope @simontcope for his assistance]