The Kitty Port Admiral at the Bench
or, Dogberry in the Suds
air- The Opera Hat

On the Devil go with you, fat Tom C-r!
Bribe him well, he'll be your counsellor,
Give you courage when at the bar,
And grant you a special favour:
Some folks thowt you were gyen to hell,
And other some to Derry:
but sup the broth you've made yoursel'.
There's no one can be sorry.

Chorus- So the Devil go with you, &c.

Tis well you leave the scorn of those
You've sent unto the work-house,
For, hangman-like, you'd have cash and clothes,
When their friends were glad of the carcase.

Bad luck, say I, to your brother brimair!
Your crimes 'twill not half smother;
So go to Stuart's, in Denton-chare,
And prithee choose another

For if ever upon the Quay again,
You beg for beef and biscuit,
The sailor lads will surely cry,
Gods! lad, you've sairly miss'd it.

May the tread-mill turn to a whiskey-shop,
The parrot into a monkey,
And Tom C-r selling fine shirt neck buttons,
Upon a tripe-wife's donkey.

 -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.