The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1881-10-22 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

COLIN.  There was an engaging young man, Whose face 'twas delightful to scan; 'Twas honest and bright, Quite a beautiful sight! Where's he gone? Tell me, where? If you can!  Chorus. Where's he gone? Tell me where? If you can I That lodger whose face I adored; Where's he gone? Tell me where? If you can! I'll pay you a handsome reward! His ways were sweet, guileless, and pure; Bad language he could not endure; He ne'er told a lie,— Except—just on the sly Where's he gone? With his looks so demure. Chorus.  He never was known to get drunk, From betting he piously shrunk, He ne'er stopped out late, Like a gay reprobate; Where's he gone? He's put me in a "funk." C horns. Both billiards and cards he abhorred, 'Oainst dancing he zealously warred, I ne'er understood How he could be so good; Where's he gone? To what realms has he soared' Chorus. When walking along our chief street, With smiles, little maids him would greet, He'd ne'er speak or wink, That's astounding, I think; Where's he gone? with his ways so discreet. Chorus. He oft in the open would preach, All comers he'd learnedly teach, To do what was right, Ev'ry morn, noon, and night; Where's he gone? Is he out of my reach? Chorus.  His garments were perfect in style, Fresh snits he had daily—on trial, He wore them a bit, Then declared they didn't fit, Where's he gone, with his innocent smile? Chorus. He lodged here three months and a day; He fared in a sumptuous way, I swear by the pow'rs, He had meals at all hours; Where's he gone? II y3n know? kindly say. Chorus. _  ----He was suddenly called to town; Said he'd send my little bill down, But nought have I had, It is shamefully bad I Where's he gone? I demand, with a frown. Chorus. __ . .  My jewels, my cash, and my plate. I misled on that very same date, When that man decamped, And my faith it has damped I Where's he gone? I implore you to state I Chorus.  But worse still, remains to unfold, My daughter. just eighteen years old, Who ranked as a belle, Ran away with that swell. Where's he gone? I desire to be told.  Chorus. Six times he's been married, it's said, And none of those six wives are dead; Dire vengeance they vow, As they ask in wrath now— Where's he gone? Am I single or wed?" Chorus.  He's terribly bad, it is clear, ` He's " wanted " for murder, I hear, And plenty more crimes, He's achieved at odd times. Where's he gone? How 1 wish he were here. Chorus.  Just listen to this, my advice, A lodger may be very nice; But should he ne'er pay, You will bless (?) him and say— " Where's he gone? He's coat me s long price." Chorus.  A lodger, by whom you would swear, May prove a deception—a snare; Beware I without fail, Then you'll never have to wail— " Where he gone He's a thief, I declare." Chorus. A daughter if you chance to own, Who, to " spoon " with a lodger's prone, Take care I or one day, A seventh wife may say, "Where's ha gone? Has he heartlessly flown?"  Chorus. In my angel-lodger upstairs, I entertained, quite unawares; The superfine pick Of the tribe of old Nick! Where's he gone, with his hymns and his prayers?  Chorus. - Where's he gone? Tell me where? if you can! That lodger whose face I adored; Where's he gone? Tell me where? if you can! I'll pay you a handsome reward! Lcndon, October 20, 1881.