Yer comin’ down ter-morrer fur to play.”
“Ja, dot is so,” replied the music man.
“Ye see, yer comin’ to a stranger town,
And so I thort I’d let yer hev some pints
About the programme. We’re a-payin’ yer
A pot o’ money, and of course yer want
To suit the ordience.” “Vell, vot you like,”
Exclaimed the great musician. “I can blay
Chopin, Beethoven, Liszt—ja! all de crate
Gombosers, and I gifes you vot you shoose.”