And no wonder a polish I have got on my manners;
Now, I begs to inquire whether winner or loser,
Must a man be a blackguard because he’s a bruiser?
No, to tip the purlite I will still do my best,
For everything wulgar I scorn and detest;
My pipe I’ve discarded like most other stars,
And now I smoke nowt but Hawanna cigars.
And I dare say some folks may consider it strange,
That I’m courting the Muses by way of a change,
And thus in Bell’s Life to my feelings give went,