And I couldn't ha' done the perlite without
raising a bit of a stir.
If I could ha' got rid o' Lil, I'd ha' mounted
my wheel, and wired in,
Balloon-tyred smart safety, old man! I'd
ha' showed Miss Grey Knicks 'ow to spin.
One tasty young thing wos in tears, 'cos the
bike she'd bespoke wosn't there,
I hoffered 'er mine, but the arnser I got wos
a freeze-me-stiff stare.