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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 ?” “It isn't fit an' proper to be fightin' on a Sunday, So I'll pass 'im the time o' day
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,