A Proper Pride,
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[The old lorry speaks to a new arrival—tor the latter' s good.] You're spick and. you're span enough, laddie, You reckon you're boss of the dock ; But Jow'd you like to 'ike the.'ole night And stick to the tick of the clock ?
I've done it, me lad; and no wonder They thinksuch a lot of 'is nabs _ 'E wanted the stuff in the Morning . And they gives a quick look at 'is tabs.
Then they ups and they load us, yers trooly, Not 'arf a load, neither, youbet. And we goes on our 'undred miles' jolly Through the muck, and the rain, and the wet IIThen. we turned into 'Enry's at seven
They was waiting a tip-toe for me, When the engine was stopped I-just grunted,
And Bill 'e starts arskin' fer tea.
We dean it 0.1C„ me fine feller, Old Bill, young Jim, and just me.