'Ung over a cabby and cab it wos 'isn. Oh yes, you may grin o'er your corfee and toast
In this 'ere cosy shelter. But strange fares, at night-time, do not like to ride number two—with a ghost!
"All fancy? Then wy did all talk of a kiddy with goldian curls, and of wild-woman cries?
And wy did fares pull Barney up on the suddent, and scuttle with shuddersome looks and skeart eyes?
And wy did old 'Barney the Bunch' take to boozing, and wy wos 'e found stony-stark in 'is cab
With eyes fixed on—nothink? Yus, nothink, of course! 'Tommy Thumper''s a fool to you young 'uns to blab."
"She is a fare as I'd not loose for somethink."
Shut up like a rat-trap, and trotted off twist-ways, the "Thumper" did, huffed in 'is boozy old style.
A ghost-seer's dignitude does stand on end if 'e twigs that 'is cackle is met with a smile.