Who stood all sleepy by;
And then he clapped it on his head
And said, “Lor’ bless you—why,
It’s what some bloke dropped by the way
On that there last bank ’oliday!
“I often come across ’em here,
There’s many round about;
Why, if you had to find your ’ats,
That ditch would rig you out!
There’s scores of ’em, so I’ve heard say,