But really life's turn-ups are twisters. You lay out for larks, 'ealth, and tin,
But whenever you think it's "a moral," that crock, "Unexpected," romps in.
Who'd ha' thought of me jacking up suddent, and giving the Sawbones a turn?
Who'd ha' pictered me "Taking the Waters"? Ah! CHARLIE, 'twos hodds on the Urn
With Yours Truly, this time, I essure you. I fancied as Tot'nam-Court Road
Would he trying its 'and on my tombstone afore the green corn wos full growed.
Bad, CHARLIE? You bet! 'Twas screwmatics and liver, old Pill-box declared.
Knocked me slap orf my perch, fair 'eels uppards. I tell you I felt a bit scared,
And it left me a yaller-skinned skelinton, weak, and, wot's wus, stoney-broke.
If it hadn't a bin for my nunky, your pal might have jest done a croak.