About Kate’s young man, was all this fuss, When Kate cried out, Where is my purse? And vere’s my vatch, said Cooky, and Ann Exclaim’d, confound that Kate’s young man. I’ve lost my brooch by Kate’s young man, Oh, he’s taken the things in fun, said Fan, They thought it so, and then they began To laugh at the wit of Kate’s young man. That very night, as sure as fate, Some thief got in, and stole the plate, And the street door key reminded Ann, It might be done by Kate’s young man. Oh, Kate, I fear it is your young man, Oh, my goodness, gracious, Ann! They call’d the policeman, who began To ask a deal about Kate’s young man. At the office of police, next day, The servants went to say their say, When lo! and behold, from the prisoner’s van, The first who came out was Kate’s young man, An old offender was Kate’s young man, And over the water went Kate’s young man. (Spoken) And Kate, crying, accused the housemaid of causing his ruin, ’Cos if she hadn’t romp-foozled with the key, as oughtn’t he wouldn’t have taken it, as couldn’t. When Ann, rather nettled, retorted, with the following golden maxim, and wished that every missus would have it put up in every kitchen--that she did-- Let servant girls get what they can, But not get any like Kate’s young man. _HE WAS SUCH A NICE YOUNG MAN._ IF pity dwells within your breast, Some sympathy pray spare, Of love, that breaks young lady’s rest, Indeed, I’ve had my share. His form is ever in my sight, Forget, I never can, I’m haunted by him day and night, He was such a nice young man. ’Twas at a ball held at the west, On me he first did glance, So gently he my fingers prest, And ask’d me out to dance, I blush’d and simpered, No, no, no. Then, smiling, dropt my fan, For how could I refuse to dance, He was such a nice young man. The dance now o’er, my hand he took, And led me to a seat, And, sighing, gave me such a look, I ne’er saw one so sweet. Refreshments beg’d of me to take, I did the dainties scan, Alas, I’d lost my appetite, He was such a nice young man. When growing late, about to leave, It rain’d in torrents fast, Said he, Dear Miss, I really grieve, I feel that it will last. Then, quick he hurried from the room, And for a coach he ran, His kindness quite overpowered me, He was such a nice young man. As through the hall we went along, He begg’d for my address, I gave it him, not thinking wrong, He was in such distress. His card emboss’d he handed me, With “Captain,” Miss, I am, My stars, thought I, Oh here’s a chance, He was such a nice young man.