Larf, CHARLIE? She did a fair chortle. I 'ave sech a way with the shes.
We 'ad six sixpennorths together—I tell you 'twos go-as-you-please!
Modern Venice, took out of a toy-box, with palaces fourteen foot 'igh.
And Bridges o' Sighs cut in pasteboard, is larks all the same, and no fly.
Sort o' cosy romanticky feeling a-paddling along them canals,
With the manderlines twangling all round, and the larf of the gayest of gals
Gurgling up through the Hightalian hair—though it do 'ave a cockneyfied sniff,—
Wy it's better than spooning at Marlow with MOLLY MOLLOY in a skiff.
I felt like Lord BYRON, I tell yer; I stretched myself, orty-like, hout,
And wished it could go on all night, wich my pardner did ditto, no doubt.