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WILL'S at the dance in the Club-room below, / Where the tall liquor-cups foam; / I on the pavement up here by the Bow, / Wait, wait, to steady him home.
Will and his partner are treading a tune, / Loving companions they be; / Willy, before we were married in June, / Said he loved no one but me;
Said he would let his old pleasures all go / Ever to live with his Dear. / Will's at the dance in the Club-room below, / Shivering I wait for him here.