Classic Poem

Pray did you never hear of a sad disaster—
'Twas but t'other day that he ran away from his master.
Oh the little little lighterman, and the dissembling waterman,
Molly's a girl that will dye, if she has not a kiss from the lighterman.

With his black shammy pumps and his rolling eye, Sir,
He did kiss ev'ry girl that he did come nigh, Sir
Oh the little, little, &c.

But when his master he found him he put him into Bridewell;
Molly she loved him so well that she gave him a pot of porter
Oh the little, &c