‘Oo’s for the ladder—Jacob’s ladder—
one good ’eave and up yer go!’
“Drunk as God ’e was—the liquor,
like a flare of naphthaline,
burning as it run, but quicker—
brightest thing I ever seen!
“’Appy? well I arsk yer! Drinking,
laughing, singing, dance ’e went,
Tell yer straight I kep’ on thinking—
’appy! that’s wot ’appy meant.