Mystery of a Hansom cab, The

One night, 'twas in a thoroughfare, well known in London Town
A hansom cab came driving by, which had the windows down
It seemed to be a mystery, and went at such a pace
That people stopped and looked awhile, then, shouting out, gave chase.

Stop the cab; stop the cab, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Somebody hold the horse's head, and don't leave go
Nevertheless they had to confess, although they made a grab
They couldn't discover the mystery of a hansom cab.

Said one 'I wonder what's inside, I think it is a man'
Another fetched his opera glass, the mystery to scan
A masher standing on the curb, then gave a sudden start
And said 'Bai Jove! I'll take my oath, that cab contains a tart.'

This firm opinion soon was shared, by more than two or three
Said one, 'A man's there squeezing her, she's sitting on his knee'
Just then a fearful scream rang out, and then they heard a fall
Said one, 'He's murdering her I know, here Bobby! Dash it all'


The valiant Bobby stopped the cab, and said, 'what's the to do?
Cabby where are you driving?' Said the Cabby, 'To the Zoo'
And who's your fare? Cabby, it's a monkey, ne'er a doubt
He's nearly terrified to death, to hear his brothers shout.

Stop the cab; stop the cab, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Somebody hold the horse's head, and don't leave go
Nevertheless they had to confess, although they made a grab
There wasn't so much of a mystery in the hansom cab.