‘Deoun’t cher kneow, ’pon my word!
A fellah feels a fool;
Oi sai, look h’yar, I want to kneow,
Old cheppy, the best wai to gou
To—er—the hall?
‘Oi kneow yew Johnnies kneow a lot,
Beout land end worms end grubs;
Yew’re beastly clevvah, deoun’t cher kneow?
But deoun’t yew find it bally sleow,
This sort of life?’