L'Envoi

We ain't no Irving's Lyceum,
An we've got no kit or paint;
But we tries ter switch the limelight
On the ero an the saint;
On shy, deservin critters
Wot 'ang back nigh the wall;
An on them coves as poses
For wot they ain't at all.

We don't bill mellerdramer,
An tragedy ain't our line,
But we nobs the run of fellows,
Wot fice the rain an' shine.
If yer thinks as 'ow they're vasters,
Yer can 'oot 'em orf the boards,
But if their parts did middlin',
The real gent, 'e applauds.

—S.S.M.

"Spike," 1905. "The Old Clay Patch," 1920