Wich the paper is one as a gent who is reelly a gent can enjoy.
I shall paternize it with much pleasure; it's steep, but it's puffect good form.
Seems smart at the "ground" and the "lofty," and makes it tremenjusly warm
For Willyum the Woodchopper. Scissors! His name's never orf of their lips.
Wy, it's worth a fair six d a week jest to see 'em a slating Old Chips!
Proves as 'Arry is well to the front wen sech higperlite pens pop on him,
Does me proud and no herror, dear pal; shows we're both in the same bloomin' swim.
Still, they don't cop my phiz quite ker-rect; they know Gladstone right down to the ground;
But I ain't quite so easy 'it off, don'tcher see, if you take me all round.
Old Collars is simple as lyin', becos he's all bad, poor old 'ack,