Steve Belsey sang this at the Singaround today. What can we find out about it?

Modern Street Ballads (John Ashton, 1888), page 88
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Modern_Street_Ballads/6WMOAAAAYAAJ?hl=en

CAB. CAB, CAB

I goes out cab driving,
And oft the long day through,
In spite of all contriving,
I scarcely make a do.
A Hansom Cab I’ve got,
A handsome horse to trot,
        Cab, Cab, Cab, your honour Cab,
        I’ll take you like a shot.

Now if you hear my ditty,
I’ll tell how I was done
By a fat man from the City,
Of two and twenty stone.
I plied at Holborn Hill,
Says he, to Pentonville,
        Cab, Cab, Cab, I want a Cab,
        Drive fast and show your skill.

My horse’s eyes I kivered,
While he got in, you know,
If he’d see’d his weight he’d differed,
And perhaps refused to go.
To Pentonville I went,
When to me says still here gent,
        Cab, Cab, Cab, here’s some mistake
        ‘Tis Pimlico I meant.

To Pimlico I took him,
My horse ad you’d suppose,
This job did nearly cook him,
When again the check string goes.
He says to me, Hallo!
Hold hard a bit, go slow,
        Cab, Cab, Cab, you’re wrong again,
        Turn back and drive to Bow.

I didn’t like to grumble,
But mounted it once more,
All the way to Bow did trundle,
Where he stopped me as before.
Says he, when there he'd rode
This ain't my abode,
        Cab, Cab, cab, I think you're drunk
        This ain't the Edgeware Road!

Of course I felt vexatious,
But I my temper kept,
To Edgeware Road, good gracious,
I took him every step.
My horse was quite done brown,
And I began to frown,
        Cab, Cab, cab, what are you at?
        I live at Horseleytown!

To Horseleytown I drive him,
When my horse lay down —don't grin—
But shelter none would give him,
Thinks I, he's got no tin!
Where shall I now repair?
To the devil —I don't care—
Not there, I guess, says I, unless
You give me my back fare!

A parody of the very popular lied "Trab, Trab, Trab," sung by Fraeulein Jetty Treffz at Julien's Promenade Concerts, 1850, etc.