And while awy the dy,

Though we don't 'ave words, no bloomin' fear

Mariar 'as 'er sy.

Refrine—

'Er langwidge is for sangwidges,

She's sorry that she cime;

The weather's wrong, 'er feather's wrong,

I 'as to tike the blime.

It's "'Arry" 'ere, and "'Arry" there,

And "'Arry, you're a bloomin' bear,"