(Same observation applies here.)
But of late he's been leaving his old friends alone,
And I fancy he's grinding an axe of his own,
Between you and me and the Post! (Chorus.)
(We now pass on to Topics of the Day, which we treat in a light but trenchant fashion.)
On the noo County Councils they've too many nobs,
Between you and me and the Post!
For the swells stick together, and sneer at the mobs;
And it's always the rich man the poor one who robs.
We shall 'ave the old business—all jabber and jobs!
Between you and me and the Post! (Chorus.)
(N.B.—This verse should not be read to the L. C. C. who might miss the fun of it.)
There's a new rule for ladies presented at Court,
Between you and me and the Post!
High necks are allowed, so no colds will be cort,
But I went to the droring-room lately, and thort
Some old wimmen had dressed quite as low as they ort!
Between you and me and the Post! (Chorus.)
By fussy alarmists we're too much annoyed,
Between you and me and the Post!
If we don't want our neighbours to think we're afroid,
[M.-H. rhyme.
Spending dibs on defence we had better avoid.
And give 'em instead to the poor unemployed.
[M.-H. political economy.
Between you and me and the Post! (Chorus.)
This style of perlitical singing ain't hard,
Between you and me and the Post!
As a "Mammoth Comique" on the bills I am starred,
And, so long as I'm called, and angcored, and hurrar'd,
I can rattle off rubbish like this by the yard,
Between you and me and the Post!
[Chorus, and dance off to sing the same song—with or without alterations—in another place.