TommyI went into a public ‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,The publican ‘e up an’ sez, „We serve no red-coats here.”The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ „Tommy, go away”;But it’s „Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,O it’s „Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.I went into a theatre as sober as could be,They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;They sent me to the gallery… citeste mai mult