And my anti-gambling old Gaffer 'as spiled the whole splurge! Ain't it rot?
Them plaguey philanterpists, Charlie, are turning the world upsidown!
A cove musn't lap arf-a-pint, and a cove mustn't lay arf-a-crown!
It's Weto all over the shop, Charlie! But wot I always remarks,—
Philanterpy seems to shine mostly in Wetoing other folks larks!
Well, I'm off down the road, mate, to Clapham, or wot not, to see 'em return.
My cert. 'asn't come off, I 'ear, so I've dropped arf the screw as I earn
By my six days of nose-to-the-grinstone of Gaffer. He'd larf if he knowed.
But if it ain't his bloomin' fault for his sport-'ating 'umbug, I'm blowed.
Sport? Sport's in the blood of a gentleman! Cocktails ain't fly to the fun