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'Taught me the gipsy-folks' bolee;*
Kind o' volcano she were,
For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she
And I learned about women from 'er.
Then I come 'ome in the trooper,
The straightest I ever 'ave seen. Love at first sight was 'er trouble, She didn't know what it were;
An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much, But I learned about women from 'er!
I've taken my fun where I've found it,
For the more you 'ave known o' the others
The less will you settle to one;
An' the end of it's sittin' and thinkin',
An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see;
So be warned by my lot (which I know you will
An' learn about women from me!
What did the colonel's lady think?
Somebody asked the sergeant's wife,
When you get to a man in the case,
Are sisters under their skins!
''As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins ?”
"Now 'ow in the devil would I know?”
"'E's taken my girl out walkin',
An' I've got to tell 'im so-
I've got to tell 'im so."
"D'yer know what 'e's like, Bill 'Awkins ?" "Now what in the devil would I care?"
"'E's the livin', breathin' image of an organ
With a pound of grease in 'is 'air—
An' a pound o' grease in 'is 'air."
"An' s'pose you met Bill 'Awkins, Now what in the devil 'ud ye do ?"
"I'd open 'is cheek to 'is chin-strap buckle,
An' bung up 'is both eyes, too!"
"Look 'ere, where 'e comes, Bill 'Awkins! Now what in the devil will you say?" "It isn't fit an' proper to be fightin' on a Sunday,
So I'll pass 'im the time o' day
I'll pass 'im the time o' day!"
THERE was Rundle, Station Master,
Outside-"Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside-"Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out there!
We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman