Madam's Life a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
She's the tennant of the room
He's the ruffian on the stair.

You shall see here as a friend,
You shall bilk him once or twice;
But he'll trap you in the end,
And he'll stick you for her price.

With his kneebones at your chest,
And his knuckles at your throat,
You would reason - plead - protest!
Clutching at her petticoat.

But she's heard it all before,
Well she knows you've had your fun,
Gingerly she gains the door,
And your little job is done.