But t'other evening, a 'igh-nosed old dowager tipped me bare fare, and away she was sailing
When I twigged a smart seal-skin bag in 'er 'and as I knew my last fare—who seemed toddly and ailing—
Had carried before, and it chinked as she shook. "Excuse me," I says, "but that bag, mum—I'll trouble you!"
Lord, if you'd seen 'er flush up and go fluttery! 'Taint only snobs as'll dodge you and double you.
Nobs very often are spry on the nick. Klepto-something or other they call it in their case.
Old Billy Boger 'as told me that once 'e was landing a 'eavyish trunk up a staircase,
And 'eard the young lady fare whisper 'er Ma, "Oh, see wot I've found in the cab!"—"'Ush, my darling!"
The old dutch garsps out. And old Bill did'nt get it—the bracelet— without lots o' sniffing and snarling.
Yah! They are dreadfully down on poor Cabbies who don't toe the mark in the matter o' pickings,
But what with the Burlington bilks, and the toffs as you can't trust too fur when there's prospeck of nickings,