And I 'eard 'er a-giving 'im beans as 'e mizzled, much down in the mug.
Owsomever, it ain't for amusements as 'Arrygate lays itself hout;
So, dear boy, it's for doses and douches; and there it scores freely, no doubt,
Wy, there's thirty-two Springs in the Bog Field—a place like a graveyard gone wrong—
Besides Starbeck, the Tewit, and others, all narsty, and most on 'em strong.
Since Sir SLINGSBY discovered the first one, now close on three cent'ries ago,
Wot a lush of mixed mineral muck these 'ere 'Arrygate Springs 'ave let flow!
Well, ere's bully for Brimstone, my bloater, and 'ooray for 'Arrygate air!
Wich 'as done me most good I don't know, and I'm scorched if I very much care!
I know 'Arrygate girls cop the biscuit for beauty. They've cheeks like the rose,