You shakes your poll. Well, don't be humdurgeoned, but knock down a gemman."
Dashing away the drop of sensibility, the veteran knocked down Gentleman George himself.
"Oh, dang it!" said George, with an air of dignity, "I ought to skip, since I finds the lush; but howsomever here goes.
Gentleman George's Song.
Air.—"Old King Cole."
"I be's the cove—the merry old cove,
Of whose max all the Rufflers sing.
And a lushing cove, I thinks, by Jove,
Is as great as a sober king!
CHORUS.
"Is as great as a sober king.
"Whatever the noise, as is made by the boys,
At the bar as they lush away;
The devil a noise my peace alloys,
As long as the rascals pay!
CHORUS.
"As long as the rascals pay!
"What if I sticks, my stones and my bricks
With mortar, I takes from the snobbish,
All who can feel for the public weal,
Likes the public house to be bobbish.
CHORUS.
"Likes the public house to be bobbish.
