blest,
—Jus’ take a snuff of ground-baked beans all
hot from out their nest.
The grub is on the table, boys, hurroop, hurroop,
whoo-e-e-e!
Come, tumble out, git on a move! Good Lord,
it’s after three!
Rise up and shine, my gentle lambs, surround
your breakfast quick,
Or else you’ll git the sun’s ha-ha from over