If a party 'as "go" and "high sperrits"—percise wot you praise me for, hay?—
If he "can laugh aloud," as you say I can, better than much finer folk,
Will you ticket 'im "vulgar," for doin' it? Oh, you go 'ome and eat coke!
Leastways I don't mean that exackly; I like you too well; you're my sort;
But you ain't took my measure kerrect, I'm a Tory, a patriot, a "sport."
So wy should you round on me thusly? I call it a little mite mean.
If I took and turned Radical now; but oh! no, 'Arry isn't so green.
'Owsomever in one thing you've nicked me. No marriage
for 'Arry, sez you.
O, right you are, chummie! I'm single, you bet, though I'm turned twenty-two,