'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,
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

not), An' learn about women from me!

* Slang.

What did the colonel's lady think?

Nobody never knew.
Somebody asked the sergeant's wife,

An' she told 'em true.
When you get to a man in the case,

They're like as a row of pins-
For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady

Are sisters under their skins !

BILL 'AWKINS.

“'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-

Gawd-bless—'im !
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

grinder's monkey,
With a pound of grease in ’is 'air-

Gawd-bless—'im!
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-

Gawd-bless—'im!
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-

Gawd-bless—'im!
I'll pass 'im the time o' day!”

THE MOTHER-LODGE.

THERE was Rundle, Station Master,

An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,

An' 'Donkin o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,

Our Master twice was 'e,
With 'im that kept the Europe shop,

Old Framjee Eduljee.

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' Saul the Aden Jew,
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman
Of the Survey Office too;