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I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen. We 'ad words. about pianners--fer she wants one awful keen-- 'Igh words, about 'igh-toned idears--an', like a love-sick fool, 'Ere I'm pickin' gipsy vl'llts when the kid come 'ome frum school. 'E started school a month ago, an' ain't got very far; But, judgin' be the scraps 'e 'as, 'e's takin' after Par.
I tips there's somethin' wrong, the way 'e sneaks around the 'ouse. An' then I seen 'is eye. Oh, strike! 'E 'ad a bonzer mouse!- A reel black-eye, that, in me day, I would 'a' worn wiv pride. But I'm a father now, an' sez, "Ere, son, you git inside An' show yer mother that there eye. 'Ow did it come about?" Sez 'e, "A big bloke gimme that. I knocked the beggar out!"