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16
DOWN AND UP
“This 'ere is wot I'd do,” said he,
“If I was you an' you was me,
I'd grin, an' rummidge in my fob
Or trousis pocket for a bob,
An' frank a down-an'-outer through
The turnstile, Guvnor, same as you,
To blow a cloud an' take a squint
At Robins on the sprint.”
“If I was you an' you was me,
I'd grin, an' rummidge in my fob
Or trousis pocket for a bob,
An' frank a down-an'-outer through
The turnstile, Guvnor, same as you,
To blow a cloud an' take a squint
At Robins on the sprint.”
“Upon my word, I feel you would,
Without a murmur, if you could.
There's cricket in your face, or so
A stranger thinks who ought to know.
As silver's lazy in my fob,
Suppose a florin gets the job
Of buying what you call a squint
Of Robins on the sprint!”
Without a murmur, if you could.
There's cricket in your face, or so
A stranger thinks who ought to know.
As silver's lazy in my fob,
Suppose a florin gets the job
Of buying what you call a squint
Of Robins on the sprint!”
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