Jerry in Training for a Swell.
| Now Jerry must needs be a swell, His coat must have a swallow-tail, And Mr. Snip, so handy, O, Soon rigg’d him out a Dandy, O. Then hey for Life and London Town, To swagger Bond Street up and down, And wink at every pretty maid They meet in Burlington Arcade. |
Tom. You’ve nicked it; the fact is this, Dicky—you must turn missionary. Here is a young native from the country, just caught, whom you must civilise.
Prime. Oh! I understand. From the cut of the gentleman’s clothes, I presume he’s lately come from the Esquimaux Islands.
Tom. Ha! ha! very good Primefit; I say, Jerry—you see he’s down upon you.
Jerry. Yes, he’s up, he’s awake, he’s fly—Ha! ha!
Tom. Now Dicky, out with your rainbow.
Prime. Here are the patterns, gentlemen, the very last fashions, every one; you can choose for yourself; but this is the colour most in vogue—generally greens.