On Toosdays an' on Fridays, which they ain't my 'alf-days out;
An' dinner, too, I'll manage"—'ere the lady give a grin—
"On Mondays an' on Thursdays, which they 'll be my evenings in."
"An' wot about the breakfast?" "Don't you worry, mum," sez I,
"I'm willin' to oblige you every single blessed dye,
Bar Sundays, when my young man comes; 'e's such a bloomin' toff,
'E takes me up the river, so I takes the 'ole day off."
"That's excellent," the lady sez, "I'll easy do the rest,
So if you come, Miss Perkins, you will be our honoured guest,
For Mr. Vere de Vere an' I do all we can an' more