Here are the lyrics I transcribed from the sheet music at the Levy site.

THE RATCATCHER'S DAUGHTER
As Sung by Harry Lehr
Published by S. T. Gordon, 538 Broadway, New York, [n.d.]
With the Original Extra Verses and the Ghost Story as Encore Verses and the Genuine Original Melody

Not long ago, in Vestminster,
There liv'd a ratcatcher's daughter,
But she didn't quite live in Vestminster,
Cause she liv'd t'other side of the vater.
Her father caught rats, and she sold sprats,
All round and about that quarter;
And the gentlefolks all took off their hats
To the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
    Doodle dee! Doodle dum! Di dum doodle da!

She vore no 'at upon 'er 'ead,
No cap nor dandy bonnet.
The 'air of 'er 'ead all hung down 'er back
Like a bunch of carrots upon it.
Ven she cried "Sprats!" in Vestminster,
She 'ad such a sweet loud voice, sir,
You could hear her all down Parliament Street
As far as Charing Cross, sir.
    Doodle dee! Doodle dum! Di dum doodle da!

Now, rich and poor, both far and near,
In matrimony sought her;
But at friends and foes she turn'd up her nose,
Did the putty little ratcatcher's daughter.
For there was a man, sold lily vite sand,
In Cupid's net had caught her;
And right over head and ears in love
Vent the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
    Doodle dee, &c.

Now lily vite sand so ran in her head
As she vent along the Strand, oh!
She forgot as she'd got sprats on her head
And cried, "D'ye vant any lilly vite sand, oh!"
The folks amaz'd all thought her craz'd,
As she vent along the Strand, oh!
To see a gal vith sprats on her 'ead
Cry, "D'ye vant any lily vite sand, oh!"
    Doodle dee, &c.

Now ratcatcher's daughter so ran in his 'ead
He couldn't tell vat he vas arter,
So, instead of crying, "D'ye vant any sand?"
He cried, "D'ye vant any ratcatcher's darter?"
His donkey cock'd his ears and laughed,
And couldn't think vat he vas arter,
Ven he heard his lily vite sandman cry,
"D'ye vant any ratcatcher's darter?"
    Doodle dee, &c.

They both agree to married be
Upon next Easter Sunday,
But ratcatcher's daughter she had a dream
That she wouldn't be alive on Monday.
She vent vunce more to buy some sprats,
And she tumbled into the vater,
And down to the bottom, all kivered up with sand,
Vent the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
    *Doodle dee, &c.

*Considering the state of the Thames at the present moment, what must she have swallowed?
(The spoken passages may be used or not, at the option of the Vocalist.)

Ven Lily vite Sand 'e 'eard the news,
His eyes ran down vith vater.
Said 'e, "In love I'll constant prove;
And blow me if I'll live long arter!"
So he cut 'is throat vith a pane of glass
And stabb'd 'is donkey arter!
So 'ere is an end of Lily-vite Sand,
Donkey, and the ratcatcher's daughter!
    Doodle dee, &c.

The neighbours all, both great and small,
They flocked unto 'er buryin'
And vept that a gal who'd cried out "Sprats!"
Should be dead as any herrein.
The coroner's inquest on her sot,
At the sign of the Jack i' the Vater,
To find what made life's sand run out
Of the putty little ratcatcher's daughter!
    Doodle dee, &c.

The verdict was that too much vet
This poor young voman died on;
For she made an 'ole in the Riviere Thames,
Vot the penny steamers ride on!
'Twas a haccident, they all agreed,
And nuffink like self-slaughter;
So not guiltee 'e fell in the sea,
They brought in the ratcatcher's daughter!
    *Doodle dee, &c.

(Spoken: *Well, ladies and gentlemen -- arter the two bodies was resusticated -- they buried them both in one seminary -- and the epigram which they writ upon the tomb-stone went as follows -- Doodle dee, &c.)

ENCORE VERSES
OR
THE GHOST STORY

I know full well you've all heard tell
Of the ratcatcher's putty little darter,
Who doesn't now live any vare,
But lies underneath the vater;
Now it is said, ven vunce ve're dead,
Ve never comes back arter,
But list to me, and you shall hear
About the ghost of the Ratcatcher's Darter.
    Doodle dee, &c.

'Neath London Bridge on Sunday night,
In the middle of November,
At twelve o'clock, up comes the sprite
Of a maiden young and tender;
And why in that month of the year,
If you wishes to know the reason,
'Tis 'cos as how she's loth to appear
Ven sprats is not in season.
    Doodle dee, &c.

Then to meet her floating down the stream
Sails the sandman's ghost in a basket
And vy it travels 'at ere vay --
If you vant to know I'll ask it.
But worser still, your blood to chill,
The donkey's ghost comes arter;
They all meet under the centre arch,
Jist half vay across the vater.
    (While a chorus of invisible sprats sings the strain of...)
    Doodle dee, &c.

Said she, "Old Thames is a dirty dog,
And smells like sprats vot's stinking.
The old boy takes so many drains
All sorts of stuff he's drinking;
Off I shall hop. Here I can't stop,
In the vater Cockneys swizzle.
Let's have a dance upon the heath
Till daylight makes us mizzle!
    Doodle dee, &c.

And she flew till she came to a lonely heath
Where deadly nightshade groweth.
'Tis only with nightshade ghosts may stay
And start when first cock croweth.
There stood Sand, and the Ass, and the werry piece of glass
Vot did the double murder.
They tried to embrace, but it didn't take place;
They could speak, but could not go furder.
    Doodle dee, &c.

They were lost in a mist; she longed to be kiss'd
His eyes were getting foggy;
She being a sperit with vater long mix'd,
No vonder she felt groggy.
Now the first cock crew, the sound they knew,
They both began to shiver
While he and the ass sunk down in sand,
She slid back to the river.
    Doodle dee, &c.^^

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