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 52 I tones the langwidge down to soot the ears Of sich as me an' you resorts wiv now. If I should give it jist as it appears Partic'lar folk might want ter make a row. But say, yeh'd think ole Ginger wus a pote If yeh could read some juicy bits 'e's wrote.

It's this noo pal uv 'is that tickles me; 'E's got a mumma, an' 'is name is Keith. A knut upon the Block 'e used to be, 'Ome 'ere; the sort that flashes golden teeth, An' wears 'ot socks, an' torks a lot o' guff; But Ginger sez they're cobbers till they snuff.

It come about like this: Mick spragged 'im first Fer swankin' it too much aboard the ship. 'E 'ad nice manners an' 'e never cursed; Which set Mick's teeth on edge, as you may tip. Likewise, 'e 'ad two silver brushes, w'ich 'Is mumma give 'im, 'cos 'e fancied sich.

Mick pinched 'em. Not, as you will understand, Becos uv any base desire fer loot. But jist becos, in that rough soljer band, Them silver-backed arrangements didn't soot; An' etiket must be observed always. (They fetched ten drinks in Cairo, Ginger says.)