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"E wears perjarmer soots an' cleans 'is teeth," / That's wot I reads. It fairly knocked me flat, / "Me soljer cobber, be the name o' Keith. " / Well, if that ain't the limit, strike me fat! / The sort that Ginger Mick would think beneath / 'Is notice once. Perjarmers! Cleans 'is teeth?
Ole Ginger Mick 'as sent a billy-doo / Frum somew'ere on the earth where fightin' thick. / The Censor wus a sport to let it thro', / Considerin' the choice remarks o' Mick. / It wus that 'ot, I'm wond'rin' since it came / It didn't set the bloomin' mail aflame.