Strolling round the town; or The Rickety Rackety Crew

The refrain quoted in 1894:
Strolling round the town.
Knocking people down,
Tasting every kind of wet,
Having a rare old time you bet, 
Mashing all the girls,
Having a row or two
We're the rare old, fair old, Rickety Rackety Crew.

From the 1893 Sheet Music in the British Library
A birthday comes but once a year
Then its everyone's delight to keep it up_ To keep it up 
We start it getting down the wet and finish with a fight,
And then there's always half a dozen run in for the night.
It was just the same boys yesterday with me,
Twas my birthday you know, and how the wine did flow;
We all got jolly then full of devilment.
We left our darling wives at home, then arm in arm we went... 

Strolling round the town, rolling up and down,
Tasting every kind of wet, having a fine old night you bet, 
Treating all the Boys, we didn't care a sou,
A fair old,rare old, rickety rackety Crew.

We started drinking champagne, 
But the money wouldn't last to keep it up_ To keep it up
The fifty bob I started with was withering too fast,
And just as I was counting up, two charming ladies passed.
They called me Charley (that's not my proper name)
But still I gave a wink, then shouted have a drink,
They both said yes and soon "full up" they got,
We made them both as bad as us, then all the blessed lot... 

At three this morn we all were leaning 
Up against a wall to keep it up_ To keep it up.
Surrounded by a dozen police who'd come at "Duty's" call,
And when they shouted "Move on", Straight, we couldn't move at all.
From every station round about the town,
An ambulance was fetched, then on them we were stretched.
Before his nibbs next morning we were sent
Who fined us forty bob a piece just because we went...