Ven ve bring our urdigurdis, smilin from the hairies?
Then they come out vith a slice o' cole puddn or a bit o' bacon or so
And give it us young horgin boys for lunch afore we go.
Have you ever seen the Hirish children sport
When our velcome music-box brings sunshine in the Court?
To these little paupers who can never pay
Surely all good organ boys, for God's love, will play.
Has for those proud gentlemen, like a sorting B—k
(Vich I von't be pussonal and therefore vil not speak)
That flings their parler-vinders hup ven ve begin to play