The old whistling was his go,
A little verse of Buttons and Bows,
Favourite song for dear Old Joe.
And when the lines upon his face,
Stretched from ear to ear,
Ya! Knew Old Joe was Happy again,
Drinkin! A rare old bottle o’ beer.
Mum was very pleasant,
Well as pleasant as could be,
With Old Joe cock’ a hoop,
Another baby you’ll soon see.
Happy days are here again,
A rare treat indeed,
Old Joe and Betty smiling,
Another mouth to feed.
Happy would never last that long,
As Betty gave Old Joe a blast,
And he’d pack up that famous old chevvy,
Then head off trappin’, fast.