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196 To fink wot God would say about The bloke I corpsed last night.

I ’ushed; I wilted wiv despair, When, like a rosy flame, I sees a angel standin’ there ’Oo calls me by me name. ’E ’ad such soft, such shiny eyes; ’E ’eld ’is ’and and smiled; And through the gates o’ Paradise ’E led me like a child.

’E led me by them golden palms Wot ’ems that jeweled street; And seraphs was a-singin’ psalms, You’ve no ideer ’ow sweet; Wiv cheroobs crowdin’ closer round Than peas is in a pod, ’E led me to a shiny mound Where beams the throne o’ God.

And then I ’ears God’s werry voice: “Bill ’agan, ’ave no fear. Stand up and glory and rejoice For ’im ’oo led you ’ere.” And in a nip I seemed to see: Aye, like a flash o’ light, My angel pal I knew to be The chap I plugged last night.

Now, I don’t claim to understand– They calls me Bonehead Bill;