How you toddle, sweet and willing,
Hair the colour of a shilling,
Here to Mammy!
Running in your crumpled pinny,
Have you just escaped from Jenny,
Silver Sammy ?

Now that budded mouth uncloses,

Asking do I want ‘sum woses,’
‘Do ’oo, Mammy?’

Never mind. I know some letters

That are worries to your betters,
Silver Sammy !