And the chap as don't try to get into it—well, he is simply a ass.
Socierty sez, "When the Season is hover, slide off to the Sea!"
It's the place for a fair autumn barney." And shall I dispute it? Not me.
'Arry knows his tip better than that, Sir. Your juggins may 'ave 'is own whim
About bicycling, boating, or wot not; I mean bein' well in the swim.
Lor, it warms a cove's heart dontcherknow, puts his sperrits right slap on the rise,
Wen the Niggers are dancing a break-down or singing Two Lovely Black Eyes.
To see lardy Toffs and swell ladies, and smart little gals with no fuss,
'Anging round on the listen and snigger as though they wos each one of hus.
They likes it, my lad, yus they likes it, the Music Hall patter and slang.