“‘ 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 is n'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!”