Ah! and some on 'em tumble, I tell yer, although they may look a mite shy;
It is only the stuckuppy sort as consider it rude or fie-fie.
We wos snaking along t'other day, reglar clump of hus—BUGGINS and me,
MUNGO 'IGGINS, and BILLY BOLAIR, SAMMY SNIPE, and TOFF JONES, and MICK SHEE;
All the right rorty sort, and no flies; when along comes a gurl on a 'orse.
Well, we spread hout, and started our squeakers, and gave 'er a rouser, in course.
'Orse shied, and backed into a 'edge, and it looked so remarkable rum,
That we couldn't 'elp doing a larf, though the gurl wos pertikler yum-yum;
We wos ready to 'elp, 'owsomever, when hup comes a swell, and he swore,
And—would you believe it, old pal?—went for BUGGINS, and give 'im wot for!!!