"Carn't _afford_ it? O'course yer carn't, JENNY; but--thanks be to
'orse-flesh--_I_ can--"
Well, he tipped us a fifty-quid crisp 'un--and ROOSE sent me 'ere;
he's _my_ Man!
Three weeks' "treatment"! Well, threes into fifty means cutting a
bit of a dash;
Good grub, nobby togs, local doctor, baths, waters, and everythink
flash.

"'Appy 'ARRY!" sez you. But way-oh, CHARLIE! 'Arrygate isn't all
jam.
_Me_ jolly? Well, mate, if you arsk me, I carn't 'ardly say as I
ham.
To spread myself out with the toppers is proper, no doubt, bonny
boy;
But--I wish it wos Brighton, or Margit, or somewheres a chap could
_enjoy_.

Oh, them "Waters," old man!!! S'elp me never! yer don't kow wot
nastyness _is_
Till you've tried "Sulphur 'ot and strong," fasting. The Kissing
Gin, taken a-fizz,
Isn't _wus_ than ditch-water and sherbet; but Sulphur!!! It's
eased my game leg;
But I go with my heart in my mouth, and I feel like a blooming bad
hegg.

B-r-r-r-r! Beastliness isn't the word, CHARLIE. Language seems out
of it, slap.