“Old chap, we pays a lot too dear
These fan-tod fakes ter see.
“
We grafts and grinds and stints our grub,
But if we socked our rent
We soon could buy a blanky pub,
Or stand for Parlyment.
“What say to puttin’ in the peg?
Swear off, old man!—what say?”
Sez Dave, “I’m on—we’ll spike the keg