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OW, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a lady's name, They used to call it chivalry, but now they calls it dirt. An' the end of it is cops an' quod an' shame. Fer insults to fair Gwendoline they 'ad to be wiped out; But Rosie's sort is jist fair game—when Ginger ain't about.

It wus Jimmie Ah Foo's cook-shop, which is close be Spadger's Lane, Where a vari'gated comp'ny tears the scran, An' there's some is "tup'ny coloured," an' some is "penny plain," Frum a lawyer to a common lumper-man. Or a writer fer the papers, or a slaver on the prowl, An' noiseless Chows a-glidin' 'round wiv plates uv duck an' fowl.

But if yeh wanted juicy bits that 'ung around Foo's perch Yeh fetched 'em down an' wolfed 'em in yer place. An' Foo sat sad an' solim, like an 'oly man in church, Wiv an early-martyr look upon 'is face; Wot never changed, not even when a toff upon a jag Tried to pick up Ginger's Rosie, an' collided wiv a snag.