Back Again

Oh, my boy, come in, do.
 * You've come back at last,

Two years since we saw you,
 * How the time has passed!

Have a bath and shave first,
 * No — a cup of tea?

Think you want a rest worst?
 * Dear, oh deary me!

Look, boy, at your boots, too,
 * All cut with the rocks,

Have you brought home with you
 * Any mended socks

They are always tearing?
 * Threw them all away?

Alberts you are wearing?
 * Goodness, what are they?

Felt that you were coming,
 * So I wrote to Bob,

He says things are humming:
 * And you'll get a job.

Now, dear, don't come near me,
 * You're all over dust,

Can you smoke? Oh, dear me.
 * 'Spose so if you must.