And I've got such a cert. for to-day, as I couldn't go wrong on—no fear!
Oh, laylocks and lemonade, Charlie! it do give yours truly the 'ump
To think I must miss such a treat, all along of that precious old pump.
The whizz o' the wheels makes mad music, old man, in this dingy old den,
Where only the tick of the clock, and the scrape of my spiky steel pen,
Measure hout the monotonous 'ours, while friend Bung and young Greens are agog.
'Midst the clatter and clink of the course, and the yelp of the old Derby Dog.
I can smell the sweet whiff of their baccy, can taste the cold chickin' an' 'am,
And see the fine salmon-hued sparkle of Bung's Jerryboam of Cham.
I know Greens will do it to rights; I am sure a safe winner I'd spot,