Now October! Back again to collar,

Funds run low, reduced to last 'arf-dollar.

Snip on rampage, boots a getting thin,

'Ave to try the turf to raise some tin.

Evenings getting gloomy; high old games;

Music 'alls! Look up the taking names.

Proper swells them pros.! If I'd my choice,

There's my mark. Just wish I'd got a voice;

Cut the old den to-morrow, lots of cham.,

Cabs and diamonds,—ain't that real jam?