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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
was white, And I learned about women from 'er.
Then I come 'ome in the trooper,
'Long of a kid o' sixteenGirl from a convent at Meerut,
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,
An' now I must pay for my fun,
The less will you settle to one;
An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see;
not), An' learn about women from me!
What did the colonel's lady think?
Nobody never knew.
An' she told 'em true.
They're like as a row of pins-
Are sisters under their skins !
“'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins ?"
“Now 'ow in the devil would I know ?”
“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
“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,
“Look 'ere, where 'e comes, Bill 'Awkins!
Now what in the devil will you say ?"
THERE was Rundle, Station Master,
An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Donkin o' the Jail;
Our Master twice was 'e,
Old Framjee Eduljee.
Outside—“Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam /"
We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
An' Saul the Aden Jew,