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I’m waiting at the airey, Cookey, darling, Your fire brims brightly, I can see: Then hasten to your peeler, Cookey, darling, For you know, my love, I’m waiting for thee.[18] You know that ’twas last night you gave me Only half a leg of mutton and a goose, Then hasten to your peeler, Cookey darling, Or on Sunday I shan’t be of any use. Cookey, stunning Cookey!

I’m waiting at the airey, Cookey, darling,

Then bring me up something good to eat,

Some lush for my stomach to be warming,

And the grub I’ll put away on my beat.

I can see wine, too, on the table,

Sent down because it was not bright,

To drink it, Cookey, you know I am able,

My love, you know, to put it out of sight.

Cookey, stunning Cookey!

I can see pies and puddings, Cookey darling,

Veal, ham, and every thing so nice,

I’m sure I shall go mad, Cookey darling,

If off that beef I haven’t a two pound slice.

But I hear the sergeant coming,

Full well I know his power,

Then get the grub ready, Cookey darling,

And I’ll be back in half an hour.

Cookey, stunning Cookey!