"Et Cetera" (1851)
Comic Song
Written & Composed
by John Hill Hewitt, 1801-1890

New York, NY: Firth, Pond & Co., No. 1 Frankin Sq.
[Source: 050/028@Levy]

1.
The blacks who lounge about the streets,
  Or with their pennies dash on,
Are always sipping [tinacious?] sweets
  From off the lips of fashion.
They rise at twelve, then pick their teeth,
  Or puff a mild cigar;
They yawn a bit and talk a bit,
  And swear -- et cetera!

2.
Then when they've look'd into the glass,
  Brush'd up and _titivated_;
Comb'd moustache and imperial,
  And whiskers cultivated,
They sully forth - swell for an hour,
 Leer Miss [?] salute Mamma,
Bow to the Belle or Widow gay,
  Strut -- stare -- et cetera!

3.
They cut the Tailor and his bill,
  The fellow's used to _cutting_
What right has he to trouble them,
  By holding on the button.
They kick the boot-black down the stairs,
  _Unpolish'd_ things they are;
'Tis vulgar, quite, to pay one's debts
  Old scores -- et cetera.

4.
At night when charged with wit and wine,
  Thro' street and ally reeling;
Then while they're grouping in the dark,
  They know they're _men of feeling_.
A row or two is all the go,
  A black eye or a scar;
They love a bout -- a yell -- a blow,
  A spree -- et cetera.

5.
Then to the lock up off they go,
  All swearing -- shouting, yelling;
The _Charlies_ fare the worst we know,
  Black eyes and noses swelling.
They tip the silver -- soon the charm
  Heals up each bruise and scar;
Then in their nightly homes they go
  To sleep -- et cetera!