By a blow from the briny, but, bless yer, things now is as bad as
they're made.
Hinfluenzas, Helections, and cetrer, has bloomin' nigh bunnicked
up Trade.

_My_ screw's bin cut down by a dollar; along of 'ard times, sez
our bloke.
I _did_ mean doin' It'ly this year; but sez Luck, "Oh, go 'ome and
eat coke!"
Leastways, that's as I hunderstand 'er. A narsty one, Luck, and no
kid;
Always gives yer the rough of 'er tongue when you're quisby, or
short of a quid.

When I 'eard about Venice in London, I thinks to myself, mate,
thinks I,
'Ere's a 'oliday tour on the cheap! 'Ere's a barney as 'ARRY must
try.
No Continong this year, that's certain, old man, for the likes of
poor me;
But whilst I've a bob I've a chance for a boss at the Bride o' the
Sea.

Them posters of IMRE KIRALFY's for gorgeousness quite takes the
cake.
Friend IMRE's a spanker, you bet, and quite fly to the popular fake.
"Stupendious work," IMRE calls it, and I.K. is O.K. no doubt.
Your old Country Fair Show takes a back seat when ikey young
I.K.'s about.