"For a how-d'ye-do boy, 'tis pleasure enough
To have a sup of such goodly stuff--
To float away in a sky of fog,
And swim the while in a sea of grog;
So, high or low,
Let the world go,
The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it--no--no--no--no."
Tonga, who seemed to be familiar with the uncouth dithyrambic, joined in
the chorus, with a tumultuous discord, producing a most admirable
effect; the pedler dashing in at the conclusion, and shouting the
_finale_ with prodigious compass of voice. The song proceeded:--
"For a how-d'ye-do boy, who smokes and drinks,
He does not care who cares or thinks;
Would Grief deny him to laugh and sing,
He knocks her down with a single sling--
So, high or low,
Let the world go,
The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it--no--no--no--no.
"The how-d'ye-do boy is a boy of the night--
It brings no cold, and it does not fright;
He buttons his coat and laughs at the shower,
And he has a song for the darkest hour--
So, high or low,
Let the world go,
The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it--no--no--no--no.
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