But the Victory Percession wos proper, and so was the All Frisky feet,
And the way as they worked the gondolers, them streaky-legged chaps, wos a treat.
But the best o' the barney came arter. I took a gondoler, old man,
Sort o' wobbly black coffin afloat, and perpelled on the rummiest plan
With one oar and a kind of notched post. But a dressy young party in pink
'Ad a seat in my ship, and seemed skeery. I cheered 'er up—wot do you think?
"No danger," sez I, "not a mossel! Now is there, old lollipop-legs?
Sit 'ere, Miss, and trim the old barky! Go gently now, young 'Am-and-Eggs!
'Ow much for yer mustard-striped kicksies? Way-oh! Wy, you nearly run down
The Ryhalto that time, you young josser. Look hout, Miss, he'll crack your sweet crown!"