How they waggle, flag and tongue!
Proud o' that same bit of bunting?
See the glances on you flung?
Hear the British workman grunting?
He is none too fond, that chap,
Of rank rot and the Red Cap!
Perched upon a noodle's nob,
Minds me of an organ-monkey!—
If a workman will not rob,
You denounce him as a "flunkey."