(I'd got a pennorth in a bag; they're things to which I'm partial.)
"We must bust up Mernopoly," sez Sam, a-looking martial.
"The 'Oly Cause o' Labour carn't be stayed by trifles, 'Arriet!
Judas must 'ang, 'twere weakness to show mercy to Iscariot!"
"Bit o' yer platform gag," sez I. "You keep it for the club, Sam.
'Twon't comfort me, nor your old mother toiling at the tub, Sam.
The 'Oly Cause o' Labour, Sam 's, a splendid thing to spout about,
But it's a thing as skulkers makes the most tremenjus rout about."
I'm only just a work-girl, Poll, one of the larky drudges
As swarm acrost the bridge at night and 'omeward gaily trudges,