Who takes supper very early, and breakfasts in the dark;
Who’s a real “dear old chappie,” as I needn’t p’raps remark,
Of a fine Young London Gentleman,
Quite of the present style.
He’ll bet in “monkeys,” “ponies,” though he has seldom ready cash;
If his Tailor isn’t paid, yet he has rings and pins to flash;
At his fav’rite burlesque theatre he’s known as “such a Mash,”
When to a fifth-rate Actress he bouquets down will dash,
Like a fine Young London Gentleman,
Quite of the present style.