Well, this nearly has one of the lines Gypsy quoted for us:

From Modern Street Ballads by John Ashton (London: Chatto & Windus, 1888), page 167:


THINGS I DON'T LIKE TO SEE.

1. What a queer set of creatures we are, I declare!
What one person likes, why another can't bear.
It was always a plan when I went to school,
To like everything good, like the Lord Mayor's fool.
Some like to look thin; some like to look fat.
Some like to see this; some like to see that.
But, if you'll be silent, and listen to me,
I'll just tell you the things that I don't like to see.

CHORUS: You may call me a quiz; you may call me a pry,
But I cannot bear things that look queer to the eye.
If you like to see them, it's nothing to me.
I tell you there are things I don't like to see.

2. Now I don't like to see little boys with cigars.
They're better at home with their pas and their mas.
I don't like to see folks in misery sunk,
And I don't like to see a teetotaller drunk.
I don't like to see ugly women use paint,
Nor a grey headed sinner pretend he's a saint,
Nor a swell, in a dicky* tied over a rag,
Nor a fop with mustachios who's not worth a mag.

3. I don't like to see ladies picking their gums,
Nor a boy at sixteen always sucking his thumbs.
I don't like to see women drink to excess,
Nor a girl in black stockings and white muslin dress.
I don't like to see a coat fit like a sack,
Nor a man pinch his belly for the sake of his back.
I don't like to see a man whopping his moke.
It shows that his brotherly feeling's a joke.

4. I don't like to see frosty weather in May,
Nor a man wear his church-going tile every day.
I don't like to see people sulk at their meals,
Nor a girl with great taters stuck out at her heels.
I don't like to see people shooting the moon,**
Nor a chap buttoned up on a hot afternoon.
I don't like to see peelers drunk on their beat,
Nor young ladies bustles fall off in the street.

5. I don't like to see people pay twice for once,
Nor a man about thirty, a thick-headed dunce.
I don't like to see folks eat more than their whack,
Nor a swell with his hair just a yard down his back.
I don't like to see yellow wipes round the throat,
Nor a man wipe his nose on the sleeve of his coat.
I don't like to see a pretty girl pout,
Nor young ladies sending their rags up the spout.

6. I don't like to see women drest Fal de ral,
Nor a boy about twelve, sticking up to a gal.
I don't like to see parsons go to the play,
Nor a swell in white ducks, on a pouring wet day.
Now I don't like to see sorrowful faces,
And I hope another night, you'll here take your places,
For I don't like to see empty streets, I declare,
And I think that my pocket agrees with me there.

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* A false shirt-front.
** Leaving a house, or apartments, without paying rent.