And they took me afore a beak,
And he see what I wanted was change o’ hair,
So he sent me to quod fur a week.”
Whilst he is away in durance vile some well meaning, but mistaken, philanthropist converts his wife to Æstheticism, and on his return to his humble roof, he is much amazed, and by no means pleased, with the alterations made in his home:—
“I’ll not ’ave none of it, Betsy,” I sez—and I chucked the lot of it out,
And I did’nt recover my self-respeck till I see it go up the spout!
For we all on us has our feelings, Sir, and my pride it was cruel ’urt,
To think as a swell could ha’ gone so fur as to rob a poor man of his dirt!
But I never ’anker for Culcher now, nor henvy no harristocrats,
For I’m cured fur life of the longing I ’ad fur a roomful of brick-a-bats.