I ’ad several turns with a snappy young party with stror coloured ’air.
Her name she hinformed me wos Polly, and wen, in my ’appiest style,
I sez, “Polly is nicer than Politics!” didn’t she colour and smile?
We got back jest in time for the Fireworks, a proper flare-up, and no kid,
Which finished that day’s Demonstration, an’ must ’ave cost many a quid.[285]
Wot fireworks and park-feeds do Demonstrate, Charlie, I’m blest if I see,
And I’m blowed if I care a brass button, so long as I get a cheap spree.
The patter’s all bow-wow, of course, but it goes with the buns and the beer.
If it pleases the Big-wigs to spout, wy it don’t cost hus nothink to cheer.
Though they ain’t got the ’ang of it, Charlie, the toffs ain’t,—no go and no spice!