When her sunshade shone red on my face, mate, me givin' my arm through the crush,
Wy I felt like Mong Blong in the mornin', and looked like a bride, one big blush.
NODDY SPRIGGINS, he spotted me, CHARLIE,—him being left out in the cold,—
And to see him sit down on his topper, and turn off as yaller as gold,
Wos as good as a pantermime. Oh! if there's one thing more nicer than pie,
It's to soar like a bird in the sight of the flats as can't git on the fly.
But I'm wandering, CHARLIE, I'm wandering. 'Oliday form is my text.
Last year it was Parry and Switzerland; 'ardly know where to go next.
I should much like to try Monty Carlo, and 'ave a fair flutter for once,
But I fear it won't run to it, pardner; my boss is the dashdest old dunce.