And for 'oliday outings and skylarks it sets a chap fair on the roll.
Where d'yer think as I spent my last bust up? I know you'd be out of the 'unt
If you guessed for a 'ole month o' Sundays. I passed it, old pal, in a punt!
"O Walker!" sez you, "that's 'is gammon!" No, Charlie, it's righteous, dear boy.
It's quite true that to chivvy Thames hanglers is jest what we used to enjoy.
Rekerlek that old buffer at Richmond, and 'ow we shoved foul of his swim,
And lost him a middlin'-sized barbel and set his straw tile on the skim?
Hangling isn't my mark, that's a moral, and fishermen mostly is fools;
To chaff 'em and tip 'em the kibosh is one of my reglarest rules;
And it ain't our sort only as does it, you take the non-anglers all round,