But I noticed that them as sneered most wos most anxious to win, all the same,
The gent he stands slap in the middle, and tries to blow bubbles like fun,
Wich his pardner fans over the tape; don't it jest keep the girls on the run!
Every bubble as crosses the tape afore busting counts one to that pair,
And the pair as counts most wins the prize. They are timed by a hegg-boiler. There!
It wos all a pantermime, CHARLIE, to see 'ow them gurls scooted round,
Jest like Japanese jugglers, a-fanning the bubbles, as would 'ug the ground.
Some gents wos fair frosts at the bizness; one good-'earted trim little toff
Would blow with the bowl wrong end uppards. His pardner went pink and flounced off.
He gurgled away like a babe with a pap-bottle, guggle—gug—gug!