A Good Keen Man [2]

In winter when the days are short
And I’m a trifle blue, sir,
page 472 I often go and have a snort
With my cobber at the boozer.

To hear that old Pig Island twang,
It leaves me quite elated;
My cobber doesn’t give a hang
Who else is educated.

Whenever his wife is short of kale
She raises quite a stink, sir;
The john hops are on his trail;
He’s done a spell in clink, sir.

And in his own expressive way
Without the help of a book, sir,
He knows the relevant words to say
When he is feeling crook, sir.

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