Somebody, Nobody,
Everybody, and Anybody

Printed and sold by J. Jennings, 15, Water-lane,
Fleet-street.

WELL, here I am to tell,
Because it is my fancy,
I lov'd a pretty girl,
And some folks call'd her Nancy,
Now Nancy I thought lov'd me,
At least I read or dreamt so,
And all because, d'ye see.
That somebody had laid so,
La ral la, ral la.

It was but t'other night,
I call'd—a little mellow,
When out she popt the light,
And down the stairs ran the fellow,
Says I, pray who's been here;
When she who thought me boozy,
Cryed, nobody my dear,
Only little Tom our puffy.

O curse that Tom, says I,
If he comes here a moufing,
My sweetest Nan good by,
I hate such damn'd caroufing,
But we shall wed, says she,
And everybody cries so,
Says I that ne'er can be,
Since every body lies so.

So anybody now,
May have my charming Nancy,
Because d'ye see, as how,
She does not suit my fancy :
For Tom—that damn'd Tom Cat
Shou'd Nance in marriage catch me,
Some strange thing might mayhap,
And now and then might scratch me.