Went off like candle-snuff, CHARLIE, while stoopin' to lace up 'is boot.
Let them go for that game as are mind to, here's one as it certn'y won't soot.
But there's fun in it, CHARLIE, worked proper, you'd 'ardly emagine 'ow much,
If you ain't done a rush six a-breast, and skyfoozled some dawdling old Dutch.
Women don't like us Wheelers a mossel, espech'lly the doddering old sort
As go skeery at row and rumtowzle; but, scrunch it! that makes a'rf the sport!
'Twas a bit of a bother to learn, and I wobbled tremenjus at fust,
Ah! it give me what-for in my jints, and no end of a thundering thust;
I felt jest like a snake with skyattica doubling about on the loose,
As 'elpless as 'ot calf's-foot jelly, old man, and about as much use.