Smart frock and stiff shirt collar;
Got up regardless, clean-cut chump,
Orchid for button-'oler!
'E cocked a snook at pride o' race.
We shouted "Brayvo, BRUMMY!
Peg on, we'll put yer in fust place;
Then won't old WEG look rummy?"

_Chorus._

Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No _Rip wan Winkle_ HARTY affectation!
Yet 'e somehow made yer feel
That 'e jest knowed 'ow to deal
With the "Gentlemen" by buth and edgercation.

Acrost 'is phiz there stole a smile,
Like sunshine in November.
Sez 'e, "_I_'m for the Sons o' Tile!"
O yus, don't we remember!
We fancied JOE wos one of hus,
A cove we might ha' trusted.
Now you should 'ear the Corkus cuss
At the Brum bubble--busted!

_Chorus._

Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No orty scorn, no "arm-cheer" affectation!
One as somehow made yer feel