Classic Poem

A clerk I was in London gay,
Jemmy linkum feedle,
And went in boots to see the play,
Merry fiddlem tweedle.
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
Diddle, daddle, deedle;
The girls all cried, “He's quite the kick,”
Oh, Jemmy linkum feedle.

Hey! for America I sail,
Yankee doodle deedle;
The sailor-boys cried, “Smoke his tail!”
Jemmy linkum feedle.
On English belles I turned my back,
Diddle, daddle, deedle;
And got a foreign fair quite black,
Oh, twaddle, twaddle, tweedle!

Your London girls, with roguish trip,
Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle;
Boast their pouting underlip,
Fiddle, faddle, feedle.
My Wows would beat a hundred such,
Diddle, daddle, deedle,
Whose upper lip pouts twice as much,
Oh, pretty double wheedle.

Rings I'll buy to deck her toes,
Jemmy linkum feedle;
A feather fine shall grace her nose,
Waving fiddle, feedle.
With jealousy I ne'er shall burst,
Who'd steal my bone of bone-a?
A white Othello I can trust
A dingy Desdemona.