I never could make out.
He fell a blinkin, I dus say,
And took his little ’oliday!
“But them as was a-takin’ theirs
(And some—it was their last),
Was ’appy, singin’ of their songs:
And, as she busted past,
You might ’ave heard ’em, laughin’ say,
‘This ’ere’s a famous ’oliday!’
“So, when she come upon them points,