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Source: SILVER Songster 1908 Parody on SEVENTH ROYAL FUSILLIERS Written especially for the Silver Songster by Henry Farrell SEVENTH ROYAL FUSILLIERSGay was the crowd that went down to the ferryboatTo the butcher's picnic, held at Chowder Bay. I had been doing good business with a cronk tote, Before the traps found out my little lay. So I thought I'd go and have a spree; Took the girl with me – Young Polly McGee. Never thinking she would be stole from me, When we got off the steamer. One bloke started to give her the wink, Little did I think, that one little blink That he gave her, would send me to the drink, And so I hit him such a screamer. Chorus Oh, fighting with the greasy mutton crowd. The fun was growing loud, and after they had floured Me, up the coppers came, and I get sloud, For looking after my donah. Next day, of course, they had me up before the beak, Who looked at me hard and said, I know your face. Into the box the copper went with look so meek, And said that I was a disgrace. He said, my lord, don't give him a fine, He don't suit this clime, send him off to dine, In the nick where he is bound to shine; 'twill knock him off his tricks, sir. The beak said, now I'll teach you the law, I could give you more, but I'm almost sure, By the look that I see upon your jaw, You'll be satisfied with a sixer. Chorus Oh, fighting with the greasy mutton crowd. The fun was growing loud, and after they had floured Me, up the coppers came, and I get sloud, For looking after my donah. SITE SOURCE: Sydney Folklore Project - Section 14: CITY LIFE |