A lookin' out for you,
I have eschewed my grammar,
To prove my 'eart, was true;
I've parted with my surname,
That all might well combine,
Which now, I'm Private Miggins, of the Seventy-seventh Line.
"I've got a vulgar accent,
And vulgar sayin's too.
I drink, from common pewter.
It's all along of you,