While The Billy BoilsSearchOnce he was a decent chap, We called ’im “Lanky Jim,”There wasn’t many coves abart Was liked as well as ’im.But now he’s gone and altered, And it makes us fit to weep;’E never looks at no one now Since ’e pulled off the sweep.
When we heard ’e’d drawed that ’oss All the blokes was glad,Now the way ’e’s wastin’ of it Makes us all feel mad.Sixty hundred golden quids Coming in a heap!We thought we’d all be bloomin’ toffs When Jimmy won the sweep.
Once ’e drove a cart and called For bottles at the pubs.Drives a bran’-new sulky now, With nickel-plated ’ubs.Never comes to see his pals Or ask ’em if they’re dry;If ’e sees a bottle man ’E passes of ’im by.
* * * * *He’s moved away from Wexford-street, He’s livin’ out of town;Won’t let no one call ’im “Jim,” Says ’e’s “Mister Brown.”I arst ’im for a fiver, But the bounder ’e said “No,”And spoke abart a ’arf-a-quid ’E lent me years ago.
Takes a girl a-drivin’ out To one place and another;When ’e ain’t a-drivin’ ’er E’s drivin’ of ’is mother.Says he’s goin’ to see ’is mother Made orlright for life;
Shouldn’t wonder if the beggar Went and took a wife.
Puts ’is money in the bank! Buys ’is mother blouses!Talks abart investin’ in Some terrises of ’ouses!For all the good ’e’s done to us ’E might ’ave been a sheep;We’ve lost our old respect for Jim Since ’e pulled off the sweep.