All prizes, norra blank,
Norra blank, âll prizes!
A waiter—knife—or scissis sheer—
A splat o' pins—put in my dear!—
Whitechapel nills âll sizes.
Luck, Luck in tha Bag!—only a penny vor a venter—you mid get, a- ma-be, a girt prize—a Rawman waiter!—I can avoord it as cheep as thic that stawl it—I a bote it ta trust, an niver intend to pâ vor't. Luck, Luck in tha bag! âll prizes; norra blank!
Luck, Luck in tha Bag! Good Luck!
Put in an try yer fortin;
Come, try yer luck in tha lucky bag!
You'll git a prize vor sartin.
Come, niver mine tha single-sticks,
Tha whoppin or tha stickler,
You dwon't want now a brawken head,
"Nor jitchy zoort o' tickler!
Now Lady! yer prize is—'A SNUFF-BOX,'
A treble-japann'd Pontypool!
You'll shower come again ta my luck in tha bag,
Or niver trust me—TOMMY GOOL.
Luck, Luck in tha bag! Good Luck!
Put in an try yer fortin;
Come, try yer luck in tha lucky bag!
You'll git a prize for sartin!
TEDDY BAND.
"The short and simple annals of the poor." GRAY.
Miss Hanson to Miss Mortimer. Ashcot, July 21st.
My Dear Jane.