Their skin is jest strorberries and cream; it's the sulphur, dear boy, I suppose.
As for me, I look yaller as taller alongside 'em CHARLIE, wus luck!
I 'eard one call me saffron-faced sparrer, and jest as I thought 'er fair struck.
I'd nail 'em, in time, I've no doubt, when I once got the 'ang of their style.
There's a gal at the Montpellier Baths. Scissoree! 'ow I've tried for a smile,
When she tips me my tannersworth! Shucks! she's as orty and stiff as yer please.
Primrose Dames isn't in it for snubs with these arrygant 'Arrygatese!
But I reckon my "Douche" is now due. Doctor BLACK's that pertikler, old man.
These 'Arrygate doctors 'ave progrums—you've got to pan out to their plan.
Up early, two swigs afore breakfust, and tubs when they tell yer's the rule.