Squalling children, scolding wife,
Were not the pest of my poor life
Wherever I lived in house or flats,
My plague has been those horrid Rats;
They ate our meat, our bread and shoes,
We could not have qui-et snooze;
One day my wife did chance to doze
they pinned my baby by the nose
R-r-rats! Rats! Rats! Rough on Rats!
Hang your dogs and drown your cats;
We give a plan for every man
To clear his house with Rough on Rats
I got a cat, I set a trap,
And thought to have a quiet nap,
But scare in bed we snug were laid
When round the room the villains played
My wife jumped out up-on the floor,
To strike a light, but soon did roar
As well she might, for you must know,
The steel-trap had her by the toe
But Rats were not the only pest,
To spoil our food, and spoil the rest,
Fresh troubles di each day a-rise,
Mice, Roaches, Bugs, Mosquitoes, Flies
But now I've got the tip at last.
And soundly sleep and eat quite fast;
For we have banished all the crew,
And you shall learn the secret too.
Bostom, W A. and Juniper, Jules, "Rough on Rats" (1882). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1851.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.