Yet some jugginses kick at my lingo as vulgar! Oh, let 'em go 'ang.
Take a run, Mister Mealymouthed Critic, go home and eat coke, poor old man.
All Toffs as is Toffs share my tastes; we are built on the very same plan.
Wots the hodds if yer rides in a kerredge, or drives in a double-'orse drag,
With a 'orn and a loud concerteena and lots o' prime prog in the bag?
It is only a question of ochre, the principle's ditto all round.
It is larks by the Sea we all seek, and they suits us all down to the ground.
But now, I am off to the Pier, Charlie. Boat's coming in from Boolong,
And I wouldn't miss that not for nothink. The wind blows a little bit strong,
And there's bound to be lots on 'em quisby, some regular goners, dessay;