I am on for booze and backy 'stead o' drains and water-pipes.
"You may be too jolly clean, Jim, and a precious sight too light,
Were's the good to scrub yer skin orf! And if when a cove gits tight,
Or would give his donah wot-for on the Q.T. wot a lark
If there weren't no 'andy alleys, nor no corners snug and dark.
"If the Public—and the Slops—wos always fly to wot we done,
'Long o' widened streets and gas-light, wy we'd 'ave no blooming fun.
Lagged for larrupping yer missus, nailed for boozing till yer nod?
Wy, you jabbering young Juggins, we should always be in quod!"
'Ard nut is Nocky Spriggings—of the sort as make the slums,