His reverence felt dissatisfied with such a glorious treat, To a higher court he did proceed, and there was quickly beat, So this damsel she’s victorious, the truth I now declare, And his reverence is suspended for the period of five years. Come all you blooming servant maids a warning take by this, When in service with the parsons don’t be treated to a kiss; Or it may cause much jealousy, as you may all well know, Then you from service must be gone your sorrows for to rue. Now to conclude and make an end and finish up my song, All you young men that’s deep in love, be sure don’t stay too long; Join hand in hand in wedlock’s band without the least delay, Before the fairest of all girls is by parsons led astray. THE FUNNY HE-SHE LADIES! We have had female sailors not a few, And Mary Walker the female barman, too, But I never heard such a sport, did you, As these swells tog’d out as ladies. They are well known round Regent Square. And Paddington I do declare, Round Bruton street, and Berkeley Square, Round Tulse Hill, and the lord knows where. At my opinion I pray don’t gig, I’ll speak my mind so please the pigs, If they are nothing else, they might be prigs This pair of he-she ladies. At Wakefield street, near Regent Square, There lived this rummy he-she pair, And such a stock of togs was there, To suit those he-she ladies. There was bonnets & shawls, & pork pie hats Chignons and paints, and Jenny Lind caps, False calves and drawers, to come out slap, To tog them out, it is a fact. This pair of ducks could caper and prance, At the Casino they could dance, Ogle the swells, and parle vou France, Could this pair of he-she ladies They’d sip their wine and take their ice, And so complete was their disguise, They would suck old nick in and no flys, Would these beautiful he-she ladies. One day a cute detective chap, Who of their game had smelt a rat, Declared he would get on the track, Of these two he-she ladies. So he bolted up to Regent Square, And soon espied this worthy pair, They hailed a cab, who took his fare, Says the police, I am after you my dear. They bolted off at such a rate, sir, And in they went to the Strand Theatre, But the game was up, so help my tater, Of this pair of he-she ladies. You would not suppose that they were men, With their large Chignons and Grecian bend, With dresses of silk, and flaxen hair, And such a duck was Stella dear. When they were seated in the stalls, With their low neck’d dresses a flowing shawl They were admired by one and all, This pair of he-she ladies. The gents at them would take a peep, And say they are duchesses at least, Lor! what a fascinating pair, Especially she with the curly hair.