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 80 "If you'll fergive our blushes, we can stand The 'earty cheerin' an' the songs o' praise. The loud 'Osannas uv our native land Makes us feel good an' glad in many ways. An' later, when we land back in a mob, Per'aps we might be arstin' fer a job.

"I'd 'ate," sez Mick, "to 'ave you think us rude. Or take these few remarks as reel bad taste; 'Twould 'urt to 'ave it seem ingratichude, Wiv all them 'earty praises gone to waste. We'll take yer word fer it, an' jist remark This 'ero racket is a reel good lark.

"Once, when they caught me toppin' off a John, The Bench wus stern, an' torked uv dirty work; But, 'Struth! it's bonzer 'ow me fame's come on Since when I took to toppin' off the Turk. So, if it pleases, shout yer loud 'Bravoes,' An' later—don't fergit there's me, an' Rose."

So Ginger writes. I gives it word fer word; An' if it ain't the nice perlite reply That nice, perlite old gents would like to've 'eard 'Oo've been 'ip-'ippin' 'im up to the sky— Well, I dunno, I s'pose 'e's gotter learn It's rude fer 'im to speak out uv 'is turn.