This is SIR BARNABY BAMPTON BOO,

Last of a noble race,

BARNABY BAMPTON, coming to woo,

All at a deuce of a pace.

BARNABY BAMPTON BOO,

Here is a health to you:

Here is wishing you luck, you elderly buck -BARNABY BAMPTON BOO!

The excellent women of Tuptonvee

Knew SIR BARNABY BOO;

One of them surely his bride would be,

But dickens a soul knew who.

Women of Tuptonvee,

Here is a health to ye

For a Baronet, dears, you would cut off your ears,Women of Tuptonvee!

Here are old MR. and MRS. DE PLOW

(PETER his Christian name),

They kept seven oxen, a pig, and a cow -

Farming it was their game.

Worthy old PETER DE PLOW,

Here is a health to thou:

Your race isn't run, though you're seventy-one,Worthy old PETER DE PLOW!

To excellent MR. and MRS. DE PLOW

Came SIR BARNABY BOO,

He asked for their daughter, and told 'em as howHe was as rich as a Jew.

BARNABY BAMPTON'S wealth,

Here is your jolly good health:

I'd never repine if you came to be mine,

BARNABY BAMPTON'S wealth!

"O great SIR BARNABY BAMPTON BOO"

(Said PLOW to that titled swell),

"My missus has given me daughters two -

AMELIA and VOLATILE NELL!"

AMELIA and VOLATILE NELL,

I hope you're uncommonly well:

You two pretty pearls - you extremely nice girls -AMELIA and VOLATILE NELL!

"AMELIA is passable only, in face,

But, oh! she's a worthy girl;

Superior morals like hers would grace

The home of a belted Earl."

Morality, heavenly link!

To you I'll eternally drink:

I'm awfully fond of that heavenly bond,

Morality, heavenly link!

"Now NELLY'S the prettier, p'raps, of my gals,But, oh! she's a wayward chit;

She dresses herself in her showy fal-lals,And doesn't read TUPPER a bit!"

O TUPPER, philosopher true,

How do you happen to do?

A publisher looks with respect on your books,For they DO sell, philosopher true!

The Bart.

(I'll be hanged if I drink him again,

Or care if he's ill or well),

He sneered at the goodness of MILLY THE PLAIN,And cottoned to VOLATILE NELL!

O VOLATILE NELLY DE P.!

Be hanged if I'll empty to thee:

I like worthy maids, not mere frivolous jades,VOLATILE NELLY DE P.!

They bolted, the Bart. and his frivolous dear,And MILLY was left to pout;

For years they've got on very well, as I hear,But soon he will rue it, no doubt.

O excellent MILLY DE PLOW,

I really can't drink to you now;

My head isn't strong, and the song has been long,Excellent MILLY DE PLOW!