"Oh, he gits a 'eavy screw,
Tamaroo! Tamaroo!
An' 'is father is a Jew,
Tamaroo! Tamaroo!"
"Where did you hear that song?" interrupted Eustace, seizing the boy.
"Garn away with y'. It's m'own words an' music. 'Ow Tamaroo!'"
"Where did you hear the word?"
"That's my business. Tie it up, cocky," said the brat.
"See here, my lad, you tell me where you got the word Tamaroo and I'll give you a shilling."
"Wot! a whole bob? Right y'are, gov'ner. 'Twas 'Melia told it me. 'Melia kin read an' she got it orf a wall a hour ago. It 'ull be all over Londing soon. 'Ow Tamaroo! Tamaroo!' Ain't it a prime word?"