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OT price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break— Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe. Wus it fer glory, or a woman's sake? Ar, arst me somethin' easy! I dunno. 'Is Kharki clobber set 'im off a treat, That's all I know; 'is motive's got me beat.

Ole Mick e's trainin' up in Cairo now; An' all the cops in Spadger's Lane is sad. They miss 'is music in the midnight row Wot time the pushes mix it good an' glad. Fer 'e wus one o' them, you understand. Wot "soils the soshul life uv this fair land."

A peb wus Mick; a leery bloke wus 'e. Low down, an' given to the brimmin' cup; The sort o' chap that coves like you an' me Don't mix wiv, 'cos of our strick bringin's-up. An' 'e wus sich becos unseein' Fate Lobbed 'im in life a 'undred years too late.