London is not only gloomy and ghostish, at least Cabby's London is not, by a dollop,
But chock-full of fun. Wot is fun you may ask. Well, I'd like to refer you to "Carrotty Chollop"!
Spot arf-a-dozen of street-boys or gutter-snipes doin' a skylark or slum double-shuffle,
And you'll find one of 'em a native born comique who'll make you crack sides with a kick or a snuffle.
Same with a cab-rank! There's mostly one cove with a mug like a clown's, needing no chalk or scarlet;
"Carrotty Chollop" 's a natural grin-maker; don't seem to try, the mischeevious young varlet.
Trying's no good, for you can't learn the comic; it comes, like a knowledge of 'osses, spontanyus.
And if without props, with the flags for a stage, you can make people laugh—well, that's wot I call janyus.
Roberts and Penley theirselves can't do more. Tell you "Carrotty Chollop" can "gag," and no error.
To bumptious 'bus drivers and 'igh-'anded bobbies and fussy old toffs 'e's a fair 'oly terror.