Why such as you’s orl right, maybe,
In time of peace. And I’ll allow
We’ve ’ad some fun, been on the spree—
But now, you slut, it’s War.
Think o’ your Gord! That’s wot I say.
The Missus there’s respectable—
’Er and the kids. If you don’t run away
I’ll wring yer neck, yer cow! ’Ear me?
You ought to be ashamed of yerself,
Turning up like this and making trouble!