I know wot's wuth knowin', I reckon, and wot I don't know I can learn,
Without mortar-board 'ats and black bedgowns, or stuffing my brains till they turn.
To be well in the know is my maxum, but as for "Compulsory Greek,"
Would it give me, I wonder, a hextry "compulsory" two quid a week?
Wy, I knew an old 'atchet-faced party, as lodged in our 'ouse years ago,
Oozed Greek as a plum-tree does gum-blobs; trarnslated for BUFFINS & Co.,
The popular publishers, CHARLIE. I know 'twas a dooce of a grind
For poor MAGSWORTH to earn fifteen quid, and at last he went hout of 'is mind.
Yus, died of a softening, they told us, through sitting up six months on end
At a book of Greek plays. Poor old buffer, he hadn't five pounds nor a friend;