I once was a Pirate what sailed the 'igh seas -
    But now I've retired as a com-mission-aire:
 And that's how you find me a-taking' my ease
    And keepin' the door in a Bloomsbury Square.

 I'm partial to partridges, likewise to grouse,
    And I favour that Devonshire cream in a bowl;
 But I'm allus content with a drink on the 'ouse
    And a bit o' cold fish when I done me patrol.

 I ain't got much polish, me manners is gruff,
    But I've got a good coat, and I keep meself smart;
 And everyone says, and I guess that's enough:
    `You can't but like Morgan, 'e's got a kind 'art.'

 I got knocked about on the Barbary Coast,
    And me voice it ain't no sich melliferous horgan;
 But yet I can state, and I'm not one to boast,
    That some of the gals is dead keen on old Morgan.

 So if you 'ave business with Faber - or Faber -
    I'll give you this tip, and it's worth a lot more:
 You'll save yourself itme, and you'll spare yourself labour
    If jist you make friends with the Cat at the door.

                                      MORGAN.