| waker oats for him on livery. Faurore! Fearhoure! At last it | 1 |
| past! Loab at cod then herrin or wind thin mong them treen. | 2 |
| Hiss! Which we had only our hazelight to see with, cert, in | 3 |
| our point of view, me and my auxy, Jimmy d'Arcy, hadn't we, | 4 |
Jimmy? Who to seen with? Kiss! No kidd, captn, which he | 5 |
| stood us, three jolly postboys, first a couple of Mountjoys and | 6 |
| nutty woodbines with his cadbully's choculars, pepped from our | 7 |
| Theoatre Regal's drolleries puntomine, in the snug at the Cam- | 8 |
| bridge Arms of Teddy Ales while we was laying, crown jewels | 9 |
| to a peanut, was he stepmarm, old noseheavy, or a wouldower, | 10 |
| which he said, lads, a taking low his Whitby hat, lopping off the | 11 |
| froth and whishing, with all respectfulness to the old country, | 12 |
| tomorow comrades, we, his long life's strength and cuirscrween | 13 |
| loan to our allhallowed king, the pitchur that he's turned to | 14 |
| weld the wall, (Lawd lengthen him!) his standpoint was, | 15 |
| to belt and blucher him afore the hole pleading churchal and | 16 |
| submarine bar yonder but he made no class at all in port | 17 |
| and cemented palships between our trucers, being a refugee, | 18 |
didn't he, Jimmy? Who true to me? Sish! Honeysuckler, | 19 |
| that's what my young lady here, Fred Watkins, bugler Fred, all | 20 |
| the ways from Melmoth in Natal, she calls him, dip the colours, | 21 |
| pet, when he commit his certain questions vivaviz the secret | 22 |
| empire of the snake which it was on a point of our sutton down, | 23 |
how was it, Jimmy? Who has sinnerettes to declare? Phiss! | 24 |
| Touching our Phoenix Rangers' nuisance at the meeting of the | 25 |
| waitresses, the daintylines, Elsies from Chelsies, the two leggle- | 26 |
| gels in blooms, and those pest of parkies, twitch, thistle and | 27 |
| charlock, were they for giving up their fogging trespasses | 28 |
| by order which we foregathered he must be raw in cane | 29 |
| sugar, the party, no, Jimmy MacCawthelock? Who trespass | 30 |
| against me? Briss! That's him wiv his wig on, achewing of his | 31 |
| maple gum, that's our grainpopaw, Mister Beardall, an accom- | 32 |
| pliced burgomaster, a great one among the very greatest, which | 33 |
| he told us privates out of his own scented mouf he used to was, | 34 |
| my lads, afore this wineact come, what say, our Jimmy the | 35 |
chapelgoer? Who fears all masters! Hi, Jocko Nowlong, my | 36 |