But there's larks to be 'ad near Mong Blong, if a party knows what he's about.
'Ad enough on it arter a fort-nit, though. Scenery's all mighty fine,
But too much of yer Halpine Club bizness is boko, and not in my line.
I remember them Caffys, dear boy, Roo der Caire and the Tower, so, thinks I,
Slippin' 'ome I'll take France on the way, and go in for a bit of a fly.
I done Parry a treat, mate, this time. 'Ad a ride in the Bor der Boolong;
You may see, by the sketch I've inclosed, as I came out perticular strong.
It is honly hus English can ride. Frogs ain't in it ah shovel, yer know.
They in fack always fails in Ler Sport, though they gives Bull a lead at Ler Bo!
L'Horloge ain't arf bad. Snakes! sich voices! The cackle and gag, too, fust-rate;