There wos a time, CHARLIE, I own it, when Richmond 'ud do me to rights.
And a fortnight at Margit meant yum-yum to look for and dream on o' nights;
I was innercent then, a young geeser, too modest for this world, dear boy;
Didn't know you'd to do wot was proper, and not what you think you'd enjoy.
Ah! Nobbles obliges, old pardner, and great is the power of "form";
Rads may rail at "the clarses" like ginger, but all on us likes to be "warm,"
And rub shoulders with suckles more shiny. Wy, life's greatest pulls, dont cherknow,
Are to look up to sparklers above us, and down on poor duffers below.
'Ardly know wich is lummiest, swelp me! It's nuts to 'ook on to a swell,
Like I did at a Primrose meet lately with sweet Lady CLARE CARAMEL.