A tootling "Ta-ra-boom-de-ay," a chaffing of the fellers,
And flourishing their feathered 'ats bright reds, and blues and yellers.
As vulgar as they make 'em, Poll. Leastways the chaps whose trade is
To write and dror in Comics, call hus "anythink but ladies."
Ladies? O lor! On thirteen bob a week, less sundry tanners
For fines, it's none so easy, Poll, to keep up style and manners.
But work-girls work, and that is more than Sam and 'is sort—drat 'em!
When I see shirks platforming, Poll, I'm longing to get at 'em.
When Women's Rights include the charnce of gettin' a fair 'earing
For Women's Wrongs—wy then there'll be less bashing and less beering.