Now I have been a warm ’un in my time, I have drank and been in rows by the score, But now I’ve given it up and signed the pledge, And vowed that I would do so never more. ’Tis true that I have joined a goodly crew, That never, hardly ever, say sware; The dark half-hours are nice, I’ve been in them once or twice, So I know what it is to be there. When first I saw this very happy band, They were singing hymns and preaching in the street, A lady came and shook me by the hand, And whispered words of piety so sweet; I squeezed her little fingers rather tight, And tried to kiss her lovely face so fair, But she said, if you will come to our sweet Salvation home, You will know what it is to be there. (_Chorus._)――To be there, &c. I very soon began to preach and prate, And with the sisters played some funny pranks, I was so good at nobbing with the plate, They soon made me a Captain of the ranks; And often when our meetings were dispersed, With Sister Jane I’d offer up a prayer, I’d such a jolly spree, when she took me home to tea, For I knew what it was to be there. (_Chorus._)――To be there, &c. I’m troubled with a vixen for a wife, And often sigh for liberty once more, She leads me such a very wretched life, And with the poker warms me on the floor; She summoned me before the beak one day, Who said I’d used her shamefully unfair, Then he ordered me a spell, at the jail in Clerkenwell, So I know what it is to be there! (_Chorus._)――To be there, &c. _Encore Verses._ I’m a most unlucky man, I am, indeed, Misfortune’s cup I’ve emptied to the dregs, I’ve tried my best, but find I can’t _succeed_, And so at last I took to sucking eggs; My uncle in the best friend that I’ve got, He keeps a pawnshop close to Leicester Square, And sometimes I drop in, when I’m rather short of tin, For I know what it is to be there! (_Chorus._)――To be there, &c. To Epsom I went down one Derby day, And thought that I should have a jolly spree, When a fellow came and wanted me to pay, He said he backed the winning horse with me; I told him I had never made a bet, When a crowd got round and soon began to swear, And when they tore my clothes, blacked my eyes, and broke my nose, Oh, I knew what it was to be there! (_Chorus._)――To be there, &c. Written by C. A. Page. Composed by J. Iliffe. Published by Messrs. Francis Bros. & Day, 195, Oxford Street London. ――――:o:―――― THE TAILOR’S HOLIDAY.