Mr Punch's Model Music Hall Songs and Dramas. F. Anstey

For at the gyte was sorcy Chorley Simpson,

       And the sight of him's enough to turn me shoy.

      Spoken—It's singular, but Chorley always 'as that effect on me.

      Chorus—When he speaks to me, I wriggle, &c.

      Then said Chorley: "My pursuit there's no evyding.

       Now I've caught you, I insist on a reploy.

       Do you love me? Tell me truly, little myding!"

       But how is a girl to answer when she's shoy?

      Spoken—For even if the conversation happens to be about nothing particular, it's just the same to me.

      Chorus—When I'm spoken to, I wriggle, &c.