While The Billy BoilsSearchThings is just the same as ever On the outer Never-Never,And you look to find the stock of liquor scanty; But we found things worse than ordin'ry, And in fact a bit extraordin'ry,When myself and Bill the Pinker struck the shanty. “Shanty?” says you. “What shanty?” Why, Mulligan's shanty!
I says “Whisky”; Bill says “Brandy”; But there wasn't either handy,For the boss was out of liquor in that line. “Well, I'll try a rum,” says Billy. “Got no rum,” he answers, chilly,“But I'll recommend a decent drop o' tine.” “Tine?” says Bill; “what tine?” “Why, turpentine!”
“Blow me blue!” says Bill the Pinker, “Can't yer give us a deep-sinker?Ain't yer got a cask o' beer behind the screen?” Bill was getting pretty cranky, But there wasn't any swanky.Says the landlord, “Why not try a drop o' sene?” “Sene?” says Bill; “what sene?” “Why, kerosene!”
Well, we wouldn't spend a tanner, But the boss's pleasant mannerAll our cursing couldn't easily demolish. Says he, “Strike me perpendic'lar But you beggars are partic'lar,Why, the squatter in the parlour's drinking polish!” “Polish?” says Bill; “what polish?” “Why, furniture-polish!”