Walter Pardon's text in full.
Jim Carroll

Naughty Jemmima Brown.

'Twas at the railway station, upon the Brighton Line,
I first met my Jemmima, why should I call her mine,
Her eyes were bright, her hair was light, her dress a morning gown,
A travelling box stood by her side, upon it Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her everywhere, to all the sights in town,
And then she left me in despair, did naughty Jemmima Brown.

At a baby linen builders in the Burlington Arcade,
I next saw Miss Jemmima as by the shop I strayed,
She looked the queen of her sewing machine and I spent many a crown,
On collars and straps and babies caps to gaze on Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her.................

I sought an introduction, obtained it, all was right,
At eight o'clock I'd meet her and walk home every night,
to seal our love I bought her gloves, to the creamery we went down,
Took tea and shrimps, drank bitter beer and waltzed with Jemmima Brown.

I flew one night to meet her, the weather yet was warm,
I saw her friendly leaning on a nice young feller's arm.
Against my will, I felt quite ill, enquiring with a frown,
Who's that; it's only brother Bill, said naughty Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her.................

I want to ask a favour, I hope you won't be cross,
Nor think it bad behaviour, but father had a loss,
could you kindly lend us fifty pounds, my brother, he'll be bound
Oh course I would, could I refuse my life to Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her.................

From that very day I missed her, though she said she'd be my bride,
From Kennington to Chester, I sought her far and wide.
Years after that, when passing by a shop in Camden Town,
Midst heaps of greens and kidney beans, there stood Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her.................

She was weighing out potatoes, throwing coppers in the till,
Three lovely children by her side, the image of brother Bill,
Her broken vow, I see it now, but not my fifty pounds,
The shop was bought and I was sold by naughty Jemmima Brown.

I used to take her.................