Wy, it's simply smart patter, of wich ony me and my sort 'as the 'ang.
Snappy snideness put pithy, my pippin, the pick of the chick and the hodd,
And it fettles up talk, my dear Charlie, like 'ot hoyster sauce with biled cod.
"Swell vernacular"? Swells don't invent it; they nick it from hus, and no kid.
Did a swell ever start a new wheeze? Would it 'ave any run if he did?
Let the ink-slingers trot out their kibosh, and jest see 'ow flabby it falls.
Bet it won't raise a grin at the bar, bet it won't git a 'and at the 'Alls.
And fancy my slang being stale, Charlie! Gives me the needle, that do.
In course I've been in it for years, mate, and mix up the old and the new;
But if the St. James's young gentleman fancies hisself on this lay,