Modern Venice in minichure, CHARLIE, ain't really so dusty, you bet;
I wos quite a Bassanio in breeks, and I ain't lost the twang of it yet.
My Portia wos POLLY MARIA; she tipped me her name fair and free;
And a pootier young mossel o' muslin, I never 'ad perch on my knee.
No side on 'er, nothink lowlived, CHARLIE, ladylike down to the ground,
I called 'er my fair "Bride of Venice." In fact, we wos 'appy all round.
She said I wos 'er form to a hounce, and if anyone looked more O.K.,
In a nobby Gondoler than me, well that chap 'adn't travelled 'er way;
Wich wos Barnsbury Park—so she whispered, with sech a sly giggle, dear boy!
I sez "Bully for IMRE KIRALFY! His Show is a thing to henjoy!"