THE WELSHER'S LAMENT.
(On the Suppression of Suburban Race Meetings).
May, 1879.
IF yer passin', knock me up, Bill; knock me up, old cock, d'yer yere;
For to-morrer's Kingsbury meetin', is the last there'll be, I fear;
Of all suburbin races, the werry last they say,
For that Anderson in Parlyment, 'as contrived to get 'is way.
It's ter'ble rough on us, Bill; on us, an' all our pals,
As 'asn't got no tickets for that bloomin' Tattersall's;
For 'ow without these meetin's our livin's were to get,
Is a rayther ticklish problim, as I 'avent worked out yet.
Truth, February 21, 1878.