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Title
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Leather breeches
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Singer
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Avery, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
When I was quite a little boy
My life passed sweet as honey,
Until my old grandfather died
And left me all his money;
It's twenty pounds and more
With harrows, ploughs and riches,
Of grunter's half a score,
And a pair of leather breeches.
Chorus
Rumpsey, bumpsey hey,
Rumpsey, bumpsey hey do.
Verse 2
One night as I went to woo
A damsel fine and dapper,
She looked at me so black,
And ding dong went her clapper;
She says, 'I hate your plan,
My heart's against your riches,
And I'll never wed a man
That wears those leather breeches.'
Chorus
Verse 3
Then to town I did set off
My spirits for to rally,
And each one there did scoff,
In court and street and alley;
Against me they did conspire
Threw me in ponds and ditches,
Slouched me in mud and mire,
And bebamsed my leather breeches
Chorus
