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I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy, I likes fer uvver coves to come along An' biff the lyre in company wiv me. So, when I sees some peb beguile an hour Be joinin' in the chorus o' me song, I never sees no use in turnin' sour; Fer singin' days wiv no one larsts too long.

I'd like to see the Rocks an' Little Lon Grow centres for the art uv weavin' rhyme, Wiv dinky 'arps fer blokes to plunk upon, An' spruikin' poits workin' overtime.

I'd love to listen to each choonful lay Uv soulful coots who scorn to write fer gain; To see True Art bloom down in Chowder Bay, An' Culcher jump the joint in Spadger's Lane.