F. C. Perry

“ Bugs and fleas nightly hop,
⁠Pop goes the Weasel!
Thousands on their uncle pop,
⁠Through, Pop goes the Weasel!
The lower class as well as high,
To beat each other daily fly,
While others private, nightly try,
⁠Pop goes the Weasel! ”

“ C. Paul, Printer, 18 Great St Andrew Street, Bloomsbury.
Now all the girls are going mad
⁠For,—Pop goes the Weasel!
And the finest tune we ever had,
⁠Is, pop goes the weasel,
It is danced by Albert and the queen,
Chummies done it around the green,
And many girls have ruin'd been,
⁠By pop goes the weasel.
Organ Boys grind in the street,
⁠Pop goes the weasel,
The thing to make you feel your feet,
⁠Is, pop goes the weasel,
It costs the young chaps such a lot,
To treat the girls to you know wot,
The Militiamen march and trot,
⁠To pop goes the weasel. ”