THE LIBRARY 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 w 
 
 If
 
 

 
 . 
 
 
 

 
 BALLADS 
 
 OF 
 
 COSTER-LAND. 
 
 BY 
 
 G. FAUVEL GOURAUD. 
 
 New York: 
 
 Herald Square Publishing Co. 
 J897.
 
 COPYRIGHT, 
 M-D-CCC-XC- VII, 
 
 BV 
 
 HERALD SQUARE PUBLISHING COMPANY. 

 
 PR 
 
 This book is dedicated 
 
 by the Author 
 
 "To his best Pal," 
 
 (Col. Gouraud;) 
 
 "The Guv'ner."
 

 
 PREFACE. 
 
 So many of my friends, who have heard 
 me recite some of the verses contained in 
 this collection, have asked why I did not 
 publish them in book form, that I have 
 at last decided to do so. 
 . For the benefit and information of those 
 readers who do not know what a coster- 
 monger is, a few words in explanation 
 seem not to be amiss. 
 
 The costermonger is a sort of "hawker" 
 or " peddler." He is seen in the suburbs 
 of London and in the East End, selling 
 flowers, fruit, etc. The donkey is, of 
 course, a necessary adjunct to his outfit. 
 
 n 

 
 12 preface. 
 
 His characteristics and eccentricities 
 are such as to almost constitute a dis- 
 tinctive species of the human race. He 
 is unique in his language and his dress. 
 The women also have a peculiar style 
 of their own, especially as to headgear. 
 Usually it is a large cloth hat with huge 
 ostrich-feathers, of all colors, which have 
 been given to them by sailors. 
 
 Mr. Albert Chevalier has done much 
 to make this character both familiar to, 
 and a favorite with, the public in this 
 country. 
 
 G. F. G.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 1. 'Ow BILL 'E GOT THE CHUCK .... 15 
 
 2. THE FAIRY OF NIAGARA 20 
 
 3. THE NIPPER AND THE CIGAR-STUMP. . 23 
 
 4. THE LITTLE NIPPER AN' r is MA ... 27 
 
 5. TOMMY'S LAST HOURS, OR His REPLY 
 
 TO THE PRISON CHAPLAIN .... 31 
 
 6. THE NIPPER AND THE Two TORFS . . 36 
 
 7. LA LOIE FULLER 39 
 
 8. THE NIPPER'S SPOOF 44 
 
 9. 'AWKINS IN NEW YORK 49 
 
 Part I. 'Awkins at the Waldorf and 
 
 on the Bowery ..... 53 
 
 II. 'Awkins in Chinatown ... 63 
 
 III. 'Awkins and the Bowery Girl 71 
 
 IV. 'Awkins at the Opera . . . 81 
 VOCABULARY 93 
 
 13 

 
 NOTE. 
 
 THE author begs to say that the following 
 pieces are based upon stories told by Albert 
 Chevalier and others, but for the first time 
 written in verse: 
 
 " The Nipper and 'is Ma. 
 
 "The Nipper and the Cigar-stump." 
 
 "The Nipper and the Two Torfs." 
 
 " 'Ow Bill 'e got the Chuck." 
 
 " Tommy's Last Hours."
 
 44 'w mil, 'e sot tbe Cbucfe.' 
 
 " J'LL tell yer 'ow it was, Sal, 
 
 'Ow Bill, 'e got the chuck 
 From out Sinte Paul's Cathedral ; 
 'E never 'ad no luck." 
 
 " Me an* 'im went out awarkin' 
 I showin* 'im the sights 
 'Im as never left the Boro' 
 Not even Sunday nights. 
 We went along through Luggit, 
 An' was parsin' by the church, 
 
 Wen Bill 'e stopped a sudding 
 15
 
 fr "'w mil 'e got tbe Cbucfc." 
 
 Looked round an' give a lurch. 
 
 An' said ter me surprised-like, 
 
 ' Wot's that buildin' ? ' ter me says Bill. 
 
 ' Dunno Sinte Paul's ! ' I arnserd, 
 
 ' Sich ignerence mikes me ill.' 
 
 ' Wot's Sinte Paul's ? ' ter me says Billy. 
 
 ' It's a church,' ter 'im I cries ; 
 
 ' A plice w'ere people wuships, 
 
 * An' culled Gawd's 'ouse o' prise.' 
 
 ' Lor strike me pink ! ' says Billy, 
 
 ' It's a plice I wants ter see * 
 
 I'm goin' ter circumspect it 
 
 So come along o' me.' 
 
 ' Garn,' sez I ter Billy, 
 
 ' Let's come an' 'ave a wet.' 
 
 But wot's the good o' argyin' 
 
 Wen onct Bill's 'eart is set ? 
 
 So off Bill goes atrottin' 
 
 Up them cathedral steps,
 
 "'<S>w JBfH, >e got tbc Cbuch," 17 
 
 An' off I goes a 'oppin* 
 An' 'as severeal wets." 
 
 " I 'ad three pots o' 'arf an' 'arf, 
 Took a puff from out me pipe, 
 Went out inter the street agin; 
 Gawd love me, wot a sight ! 
 There was Bill a-sprawlin', 
 An' tumblin' on the ground ; 
 'Is langwidge it were orful, 
 'Twas 'card fer miles around. 
 Sez I, ' Wot's up, me codger ? 
 Wot 'ave yer been an' done ?' 
 ' W'y nofin'/ arnswers Billy, 
 'But 'ad a bit o' fun." 
 
 " ' I went into the church/ says Bill, 
 ' An' sees a lot o' blokes, 
 Some standin' up in boxes 

 
 1 8 'w3Bm, 'eaot tbe Cbucfc." 
 
 Like them we 'as fer mokes. 
 I sees a bloomin' parthway 
 W'ich leads the hull way down 
 To a torf as was a-standin', 
 Togged out in a long w'ite gown 
 Jist like a bloomin' nightshirt. 
 Lor' lumme, did I ever 
 See a sight to beat it. 
 No, 'Arry, swelp me, never I'" 
 
 " ' As no one took no notis, 
 I strolled around a bit, 
 Then up the bloomin' parthway, 
 Blow me, thought I'd 'ave a fit. 
 An' as I neared 'is Nightshirts, 
 'E looked up from off 'is book 
 An' said, " Good Gawd, 'ave mercy, 
 Else our souls will be forsook ! " 
 Then ups I, an' sez : " Guv'ner
 
 * ***% ***" 
 
 "'<S>w JBlll, 'e got tbe Cbucfc." 19 
 
 'Ere, wot's the bloomin* row ? 
 Ain't yer never seen a coster ? 
 Well, yer sees a smart 'un now." 
 Well, that there fairly knocks 'im. 
 'Is Nightshirts calls a bloke, 
 An' between 'em, ups an' outs me, 
 An' 'ere I am all broke.' 
 
 " Say, Sal, yer should a seen 'im : 
 'Is does tore orf 'is back, 
 'Is peepers shut, 'is boko bent, 
 An' in 'is skull a crack. 
 An* now 'e is a cripple, 
 An' swears no more 'e'll do 
 A church or a cathedral, 
 Strike 'im everlarstin' blue/'
 
 jf airs o' 
 
 " gAY, BUI, did I ever tell yer," 
 Said 'Enery 'Awkins, M.P., 
 
 " About that little fairy, 
 The neatest yer ever see ? 
 It was w'en I were Attachy 
 An* guide ter 'Is Peacocks Li, 
 At the great Falls o' Niagara, 
 All arunnin' ter the sea." 
 
 "Naw, yer didn't," said Buffles, Esquire; 
 " But I'm willin' fer ter 'ear 
 
 Of 'er yer little fairy, 
 20
 
 Hbe 3fain> o' fUagara. 21 
 
 Of 'er yer little dear." 
 " Well, I will tell yer, Billy/' 
 Said 'Enery 'Awkins, M.P., 
 At the great Falls o* Niagara, 
 Along o' Peacocks Li. 
 
 " She were the neatest donah, 
 O' flashin' gold 'er 'air, 
 'Er eyes like stars in 'eavin, 
 She were a treat fer fair. 
 'Er winnin' little ways, Bill, 
 'Twas lovely fer ter see, 
 W'en I were at Niagara, 
 Along o' Peacocks Li." 
 
 " Naw, I couldn't do 'er justice; 
 There ain't no words ter use 
 As would give yer a descripshun, 
 But yer'ld 'arf the pictshur lose; 
 She were a little haingel
 
 22 abe jf airg o' IFliagara. 
 
 The fust I ever see, 
 
 An' the great Falls o* Niag'ra 
 
 Kept arunnin' ter the sea/' 
 
 " Now, Billy," said 'Enery 'Awkins, 
 " Jis' maike up yer bloomin' mind, 
 An* taike the fairest products 
 On earth as yer can find, 
 An' taike them all together, 
 There's none as fair as she, 
 That Fairy o' Niag'ra 
 A reg'ler haingel she." 

 
 Ube Hipper anfc tbe Gf0ar*stump. 
 
 \\f E 'ave a little nipper, 
 
 A favrit down our way, 
 Went out ter do the Boro' 
 One Sattidy night larst May 
 'E was feelin' kind o' lonesome, 
 Gizin* serious all around, 
 An' 'e were on'y ten year old 
 An' four foot from the ground. 
 
 All at onct 'e stopped asudding, 
 Put 'is 'and up ter 'is brow, 
 
 Said, " Me nerves is out of order ; 
 23
 
 24 Cbe "Kipper anD tbe Gt0ar*stump. 
 
 I wonder wot's the row. 
 
 I've been suffrin' somethin' orful, 
 
 An' me 'ead is spinnin' round," 
 
 Said this kid as were but ten year old 
 
 An' four foot from the ground. 
 
 ;* 
 'E stopped an* thought a minute, 
 
 Said, " 'Ere's a rummy joke ! 
 
 W'y, since I seen me doctor 
 
 I 'aven't 'ad a smoke. 
 
 An' me who's fond o' baccy 
 
 Every week I smokes a pound," 
 
 Said this kid as were but ten year old 
 
 An' four foot from the ground. 
 
 Jist then a torf come parsin' by, 
 Gorblimy, wot a terror 
 As 'e parsed 'e dropped 'is twofer 
 A treat, no bloomin' error.
 
 Gbe flipper and tbe Gf0ar*6tump. 25 
 
 The nipper pounced upon it 
 As it lay there on the ground, 
 An' 'e were on'y ten year old 
 An' four foot from the ground. 
 
 Said the nipper as 'e held it, 
 " It smokes better w'en it's lit, 
 An' as I 'aven't got no match 
 I shall 'ave ter arsk fer it." 
 So 'e trots inter a 'bacconist, 
 Not dreamin' ter be downed, 
 Fer 'e were on'y ten year old 
 An* four foot from the ground. 
 
 Says the bloke be'ind the counter, 
 " We gives no lights away." 
 " Give over," says the nipper 
 " I'm willin' fer ter pay," 
 
 So 'e outs 'is on'y copper,
 
 - v 
 <i 
 
 26 abe Hipper anD tbc Cigar 
 
 Like a man 'e stood 'is ground, 
 An' 'e were on'y ten year old 
 An' four foot from the ground. 
 
 Said the nipper, " 'Ere, me codger," 
 As 'e puffed 'is twofer stump, 
 " W'en a genelman arsks yer fer a light 
 Don't get the bloomin* J ujnp, 
 But jist yer give 'im one o' mine 
 An' not a sha.bby throw-down," 
 Said this kid as were but ten year old 
 An' four foot from the ground.
 
 Ube Xtttle Hipper an' 'is flDa* 
 
 know me little nipper/' 
 Said 'Enery 'Awkins, M.P. 
 Well, Vs a little champion, 
 An' tikes on arfter me. 
 Larst Sunday me an' the missus 
 Went out ter a little walk 
 I should say the nipper took us, 
 Yer should o' 'card 'im tork! 
 
 We went along through Tyburn, 
 An' then by 'Endon way, 
 
 Were I ust ter do me courtin' 
 27
 
 28 abe xtttlc Tfttpper an' 'is dfca. 
 
 In those sweet nights o' May. 
 We'd been walkin' out an 'our, 
 Wen Sal she sez ter me, 
 ' 'Ere, 'Any, is yer gime, dear, 
 Fer shrimps an' a cup o' tea/ 
 
 " 'Garn," sez I ter Sally, 
 " ' I'm in fer 'arf an' 'arf.' 
 
 Lor lumme, yer should jist o* 'card 
 
 My little Sally larf! 
 
 4 O' course,' she sez, ' I likes me nip 
 
 O' gin an' glarss o' beer, 
 
 But did not like ter say it out 
 
 Before the nipper 'ere.' " 
 
 " The nipper 'e warn't lookin' 
 As we neared the Brokers' Arms; 
 An' in we 'ops ter get a wet, 
 Not dreamin' any 'arm.
 
 little flipper an' 'is Oka, 29 
 
 But the nipper 'e were cagy, 
 An' follered in the rear, 
 An' 'ears me give me order : 
 ' 'Ere, miss, two pots o' beer. 
 
 " An' we'n I gives me order, 
 I turns ter speak ter Sal, 
 Ter arsk if she remembered 
 The day she was me gal. 
 I felt some one atuggin' 
 An' pullin at me back; 
 I looks around surprised-like, 
 An' sees that rascal Jack. 
 
 " Sez I, ' See 'ere, me nipper, 
 I wont 'ave yer 'angin' 'ere/ 
 Sez 'e, 'D'yer think I'm goin' ? 
 Not me. No bally fear. 
 Now then, wot 'ave yer ordered ? '
 
 3 Gbe Xittle Wpper an' 'is 
 
 Sez I, ' Two 'arf an* 'arf. ' 
 Sez 'e, ' Ain't mother in it ? ' 
 An' yer should o' 'card 'im larf."
 
 's %ast Dours, or ibis 
 to tbe prison Gbaplain. 
 
 us all about Tommy," 
 Me donah Sally she said. 
 It's orful ter think of it, ain't it, 
 Now poor old Tommy is dead 1" 
 Yus, Sally, it is kind o' sadlike, 
 But 'is ludship couldn't do naught 
 Than say that Tommy were guilty, 
 Seein' as 'ow 'e were caught 
 Arunnin' away from the public, 
 'Is togs all covered with blood, 
 An' a knife concealed in 'is pocket, 
 
 Though 'e did say, ' Not guilty, me lud.' 
 31
 
 3 2 Commas Hast fjourg. 
 
 " Say, 'Enery, didn't I 'ear yer 
 Tell as 'ow you were by 
 Poor old Tommy this mawrnin* ? 
 Oh, 'Enery, I feels like a cry." 
 
 " Cheer up 'ere, Sally, me darlin' , 
 It ain't me as wot was strung up 
 Dry yer peepers, Sally, and listen, 
 An' I'll tell yer 'ow Tom 'e done up 
 The parson as come ter the prisun 
 Ter pray, fer ter save Tommy's soul, 
 An* ter lead 'im up ter the gallers, 
 An' ter plice 'im, w'en dead, in 'is ole. 
 
 " Well, Tommy were sittin' agizin' 
 Around 'im in dull-like dispair; 
 'Is peepers were bloody an' starin', 
 An' 'e kep' apullin' 'is 'air. 
 I standin' alone there beside 'im, 
 A-tryin' to comfort an' cheer,
 
 {Tommy's Xaat f)ours. 33* 
 
 But no bally word did 'e give me 
 
 " 'Cept, ' 'Enery, fetch me some beer/ " 
 
 " This were all 'e said, till the parson 
 Come in an' said, ' My good man/ 
 Which ups Tom, who 'ated sich codgers, 
 An' 'e swore as on'y 'e can. 
 But 'is Chaplains took it all calm-like, 
 An' down 'e plumped on 'is knee, 
 An' begun ter pray fer poor Tommas, 
 That 'is larst 'ours peaceful might be.' r 
 
 " Well, Tommy 'e stood it a minute, 
 An' said, "Ere, 'ang it, old chap, 
 I warnts the larst 'ours by me lonesome, 
 Before they tries on the black cap.' 
 Again Tommy sat by 'is tible, 
 A 'oldin' 'is 'ands ter 'is 'ead,
 
 34 {Tommys Xaet 1)our0. 
 
 An' the parson 'e kep' on a-prayin', 
 Wile I sat down on the bed." 
 
 " Wen asudding I see Tommy standin' 
 Aglarin' around an' around, 
 An* 'is glarnce it lit on 'is Nightshirts 
 As 'e knelt there on the ground. 
 Then Tommy 'e yells somethin' orful, 
 An' calls the poor parson sich nimes, 
 An' the air turned as blue as the 'eavins, 
 Wot with blankety blanks an' Gorblimes. 
 
 " "Ere, w'oo, strike me purple, are you, sir, 
 An' wot is yer doin' of 'ere ? ' 
 ' I'm the servant of Gawd, my good fel- 
 low, 
 
 ffc 
 
 I pray, an' you need 'ave no fear.' 
 'Give over,' yells blasphemous Tommy, 
 * I wants no menials round 'ere.
 
 fcast t>ours. 35 
 
 I don't want yer gab an' yer prayers. 
 An' moreover I ain't got no fear. 
 So garn, give over,' yells Tommy. 
 ' You've 'card tell of a higher power, 
 You know w'om I mean it's yer Guv'ner 
 Worn I'm goin' to meet in an 'our.' ' J
 
 "Kipper an' tbe TTwo Uorfs, 
 
 Wen 'e come 'ome larst night, 
 " I met two torfs this arternoon 
 A-spoilin' fer a fight. 
 ' We'll give yer 'arf a thick 'un/ 
 The torfs ter me they said, 
 ' If you will tike a piece o' mud 
 An' 'it that copper's 'ead.' " 
 
 " ' Righto,' says I, ' I'll go yer one ; 
 Out with the splosh/ sez I. 
 ' Yer see that peeler standin' there ? 
 
 See me 'it 'im in the heye.' 
 36
 
 Hipper an' tbc Gwo Uorfs. 37 
 
 So ups I with a bit o' mud 
 An* 'its that cop a ripper 
 Right in the bloomin' peepers 
 'Twas a fair one fer a nipper/' 
 
 'Twas worth a 'arf a thick 'un 
 
 Ter see that bobby jump. 
 
 'E clapped 'is 'and up ter 'is brow 
 
 An' got the bloomin' 'ump ; 
 
 Fer strike me crimson if e't didn't 
 
 Nab the torfs an* me 
 
 An' runs us strite ter Bow Street ! 
 
 Lorlumme, wot a spree ! 
 
 Then the bloke as writes the nimes down 
 Arsked one o' the torfs fer 'is un. 
 Said 'e, ' Yer'll 'ave ter give it, 
 Or else yer'll go ter prisun.' 
 That ups the torf, who arnswers, 
 * Lord Russell is me nime.'
 
 3 8 be IFUpper an* tbe 
 
 ' Lor strike me pink/ the bloke sez, 
 ' 'Ere's a. pretty gime ! ' ' 
 
 " Then 'e turns an* arsks the Hother, 
 ' Wot may your nime be ?' 
 ' I'm 'is Grice the Duke o' Norfolk/ 
 The torf ter 'im says 'e. 
 Well, that there fairly knocked 'im 
 As 'e writ it in 'is book. 
 'E were silent 'arf a minute, 
 'E seemed afeared ter look." 
 
 " Then 'e turns an' sez, ' 'Ere, youngster, 
 Wot's yer bloomin' nime ? 
 Don't give me any spoofin', 
 Or put up any gime.' 
 * Righto/ says I, outspoken, 
 ' I'm not roundin' on me pals, 
 Fer I'm Sir Billiam 'Arcourt, 
 An' a terror with the gals.' '
 
 Xa Xoie Jfuller. 
 
 " SAY, Bill, 'ave yer seen Loie Fuller ?" 
 Said 'Enery 'Awkins, M.P., 
 
 Ter 'is pal Billiam Buffles, Esquire, 
 
 O' Whitechapel Road, E. C. 
 " Tell yer wot, she's a terror at darncin'; 
 
 Maikes yer 'air curl up with delight, 
 
 Sends the blood rushin' through yer hull 
 systim, 
 
 As yer gaize on 'er togged out in w'ite." 
 " Naw, I 'aven't," says Buffles, Esquire, 
 " I never goes ter the play; 
 
 An' wot's more, I likes Flossy's darncin', 
 39
 
 4 %a Xoie ffuller. 
 
 Wot I could watch the hull day." 
 " Garn with yer gab," then cries 'Awkins, 
 41 Yer dunno yer own bloomin' min' 
 W'y, tork about hingels in 'eavin, 
 Their darncin' ain't nigh so sublime 
 As the steps as wot Loie Fuller 
 Does at the 'All on the staige. 
 If yer like I'll tell yer about 'er, 
 Fer blow me if she ain't the raige." 
 
 " She fust comes on togged out in flimses 
 O' black, 'er 'air all a-curl, 
 An' she glides' cross the staige all a-blazin', 
 Wich sets yer brain in a whurl; 
 An' then with the crimson an' yeller, 
 The blue an' the green an' w'ite, 
 Yer'ld think as 'o\v it were magic 
 As yer see the staige dark, then light. 
 ' La Fervelent ' is wot she calls it,
 
 Xa Xoie fuller. 41 
 
 Wot means the moon and the sun, 
 The stars an' the hull bloomin' 'eavin 
 Altergether jobbed up inter one." 
 
 " Then she 'as wot gives yer the shudders, 
 
 An' put yer 'and ter yer eyes 
 
 Fer fear yer'ld see 'er a-blazin' 
 
 In flames which gives yer surprise. 
 
 Lor' lumme, Bill, did I ever 
 
 See hanythink like it afore! 
 
 I gives it yer streight, it's a terrer, 
 
 I'm agoin' ter see it onct more. 
 
 The flames is green and then crimson, 
 
 Then they chinges ter every 'ue, 
 
 Jist like a 'ouse all afire, 
 
 An' yer claps till yer 'ands is all blue." 
 " An' 'er larst one, no doubt about it, 
 
 Is a knockout, a fairbloomin' treat; 
 
 She calls it the ' Toolip ' or ' Lily.'
 
 4 2 3La Xoie fuller. 
 
 1*11 tell yer it's 'ard fer ter beat. 
 
 When she darnces it, twelve bloomin' 
 
 mirrers 
 
 Are exposed ter the view o' the 'ouse, 
 An' the music plays softly and gently; 
 We blokes is as still as a mouse. 
 She runs round the staige like aphantim, 
 'Erself in the mirrers yer see, 
 Which maikes it seem as if fifty 
 Were trying ter copy ' Loie.' 
 Now farster she runs and farster, 
 'Er dress all sailin' around, 
 An' the lights is givin' their colers 
 From the sides, the top, and the ground. 
 Then asudding she stops in the centre, 
 An' waives 'er arms in the air, 
 An' white lights blaize all around 'er 
 It's a straight old knockout fer fair. 
 Then she spins and then spins all a-flashin 1
 
 Xa Xoie ^fuller. 43 
 
 In the lights, which maikes 'er appear 
 
 Fust like an hangel from 'eavin, 
 
 With fifty more in the rear, 
 
 Then like a butiful flower 
 
 As couldn't be found down our way. 
 
 But the rub is, it larsts but a minute, 
 
 Instead of all night and all day." 
 
 " 'Ere/Enery," says Buffles, Esquire, 
 "I'll go, if wot's yer've said's true; 
 
 An* wot's more, I'll pay fer yer ticket. 
 
 We'll taike Liza and Floss along too." 
 " Right yer are," says 'Enery 'Awkins, 
 " I'm glad ter see as yer've sense. 
 
 We go every night, that she's darncin' 
 
 An' 'ang it all, blow the expense ! "
 
 TTbe flipper's Spoot 
 
 " gALLY, I fears that Vs goin', 
 
 I sees a queer look in 'is eyes, 
 Oh, Sally, see 'im there pantin', 
 An* the red spot wot on 'is cheeks lies ! 
 Oh, Sally, wot shall we be doin' 
 Without our nipper around, 
 Wen we've laid 'im out in 'is corfin, 
 An' put 'im down in the ground ? " 
 
 " Don't tork like that, 'Enery darlin', 
 Me 'eart is bally near bust; 
 
 I carnt bear ter see 'im there diein', 
 44
 
 (Tbe flipper's Spoof. 45 
 
 I wish that I might go fust. 
 
 Fer ter think that we carnt do nofin' 
 
 But watch our little kid go 
 
 It's orful, 'Enery, so 'elp me ! " 
 
 An' Sal's tears begun fer ter flow." 
 
 Sal's anguish were orful ter witness ; 
 She yelled 'an she tore at 'er 'air, 
 An* 'Enery sat watchin' the nipper 
 An' rockin' about in dispair. 
 
 At larst the nipper 'e opened 
 
 'Is eyes an' look all around 
 
 An' said, " 'Ere, guv'ner, old pally, 
 
 I'll soon be laid in the ground. 
 
 Jist tike good care of yer Sally , 
 
 Be kind ; she's me mother, yer know. 
 
 An,' mother, be good ter the guv'ner, 
 
 Fer yer see I've got fer ter go."
 
 46 Gbe "Kipper's Spoof. 
 
 " Oh, dontcher tork like that, Jacky," 
 Sally, a-blubbin', she said ; 
 
 " Yer ain't goin' ter leave us just yet, dear." 
 An* she went and knelt down by the bed, 
 An* took the kid's thin 'and an' pressed 
 
 it, 
 
 An' kissed the poor nipper's red fice ; 
 An' 'Enery 'e jist stood a-watchin', 
 An' never moved from 'is plice. 
 
 " Good-by ; I'm agoin', I knows it. 
 Kiss me, guv'ner, quick now, old pal. 
 An' you too, mover ; 'ere, 'urry, 
 I feels meself goin,' old gal." 
 An' strong-'earted 'Enery 'e kissed 'im, 
 An' Sal she fell ter the ground ; 
 Fer they thought the nipper'd stopped 
 
 torkin' 
 Till the world 'ad ceased goin' around.
 
 Gbe Hopper's Spoof. 47 
 
 They was weepin' their heyes out in an- 
 guish, 
 
 Sal jolly near went in a fit, 
 Wen the nipper 'e uped an' 'e 'ollered, 
 l< W'y, I ain't nearly dead yit. 
 'Ere, wot er yer gittin' at, Sally ? 
 I were on'y doin' a spoof. 
 An/ guv'ner, me comps ter the doctor, 
 An' jist yer fork out some oof." 
 
 Well, tork about bein' knocked silly 
 An' bein' tiken aback ! 
 The nipper 'e did 'isself proud, sit; 
 An' 'Awkins sez, " Look 'ere, young Jack, 
 If hever I catches yer spoofin', 
 If hever yer tries on this gime, 
 Sal an' me will disown yer, me nipper, 
 An' yer'll 'ave ter tike on a new nime/'
 
 48 Cbe mipper'0 Spoof. 
 
 Well, the nipper } e soon calmed 'em over, 
 Fer they was proud o' their boy, 
 Fer 'e was their fust an' their on'y, 
 An* a source o' care an' o' joy. 
 E' were allus gittin' in pickles, 
 A-comin' 'ome 'wi some tile 
 O' 'ow 'e'd done up another, 
 Else a peeler 'e'd managed to rile.
 
 'Hwfefns in Hew Jtjorfe, 
 
 HTHE following verses have been written 
 by special request. 
 
 They tell of a few of 'Enery 'Awkins's 
 adventures during his supposed visit to New 
 York after having left Li Hung Chang, 
 whom he had met in London and accom- 
 panied to the United States. Parts I and 
 II are supposed to be told by him on his 
 return to London. Parts III and IV are 
 told colloquially. 
 
 The author begs to offer his apologies to 
 the Honorable Chauncey M. Depew for 
 the liberty he has taken in using his name 
 
 in these verses. 
 
 49
 

 
 Part L 
 
 'AWKINS AT THE WALDORF 
 AND ON THE BOWERY.
 
 " Wotcher me, pals," said 'Enery 'Awkins, 
 Ter us all the night 'e come back 
 From Hamericy. There were that even- 
 ing 
 
 Buffles, an* Morgin, an* Jack 
 Wot's married to 'Enery's sister, 
 An* Tomus o' Hammersmith Road, 
 An' 'Enery w'ose larst nime is Muggins, 
 An* Bill Foster, nicknamed " The Toad." 
 We was all o* us at the Blue Dragon, 
 A-drinkin' o' 'Awkins' good 'ealth ; 
 'E'd jist come back from a wisit 
 Ter New York, w'ere Vd mide some 
 pelf. 
 
 Blow me, 'e were togged out dossy 
 53
 
 54 'Bwhfns in mew IBorfc. 
 
 A 'igh 'at, a stick, an* a collar, 
 And gloves mide o' kid, no darn errer; 
 'Is tie would o' mide the Prince 'oiler; 
 An' trotters as shone like a mirrer, 
 An' pinched 'is poor bloomin' toes, 
 They was pinted like toothpicks, yus, 
 
 blow me; 
 An' lor' e' did 'ave sich clothes! 
 
 ii. 
 
 Well, Enery said, " 'Ere, now, you codg- 
 ers, 
 
 I'll tell yer all of me trip 
 In the land o' the Free an' the Bowery, 
 Wot is on'y reached in a ship. 
 Yer knows 'ow I went wi' the Viceroy, 
 Wot is better known as Earl Li; 
 'E's wot they call on the Bowery 
 A ' Chink ' or a ' 'eathen Chinee/
 
 
 'Bwhtns in flew Korfe. 5,5- 
 
 in. 
 
 1 Well, I left 'im w'en 'e sailed fer China, 
 
 An' went ter New York on me own, 
 
 An' stayed at the lovliest public. 
 
 (Yus, Tomus, I were alone.) 
 
 Well, this public, they calls it the Wal- 
 dorf 
 
 An' blow me, tork of yer style ! 
 
 It's a treat, no bloomin* errer. 
 
 ('Ow 'igh ? Well, nearly a mile.) 
 
 But the food that they gives yer ! Well, 
 really, 
 
 They ain't got a thing fit ter eat 
 
 Not even a bloomin' red 'errin'; 
 
 An' as fer pickled pig's feet, 
 
 W'y, blow me, they rook yer a fortune; 
 
 An* they cost me near 'arf a crown.
 
 5 6 'Swfctns tn flew 
 
 Fer a bed they arsks 'arf a thickun, 
 An' a tanner each time yer looks round. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Then wun night I was 'avin' some supper, 
 An' a bloke called Chauncey Depew 
 Come up an' said, ' 'Enery 'Awkins, 
 I likes yer, well, jist a few.' 
 ( Who's Chauncey ? Well, now yer jist 
 
 knocks me. 
 
 W'y, 'e's wot they calls ' a real peach ' 
 Wot is slang fer callin' a codger 
 The on'y real stone on the beach.) 
 Well, Chauncey 'e says ter me, ' 'Enery, 
 'Ow would yer like fer ter go 
 Along 'o me an' a codger 
 Whom I'd like yer now fer ter know ? 
 We'll go an' run round the Bowery 
 Yer've 'card me speak of that plice;
 
 awfcfns in flew Korfc. 57 
 
 We'll also go wisit some cafys 
 Wot I tells yer is orfully nice.' 
 
 v. 
 
 " ' I'm with yer, Chauncey, no errer; 
 Yer does me proud, me dear boy/ 
 Then he knocks me down to a codger 
 Wot mide me dizzy wi' joy; 
 Fer Chauncey 'e said 'e were really 
 A bloke wot 'ad so much oof 
 Wot if laid out in fivers would cover 
 Old Hengland an' Ireland no spoof. 
 
 VI. 
 
 " Well, we jumps in a chise culled a la.ndy t 
 Chauncey, this codger, an* me, 
 An' started ter do up the Bowery, 
 An', blow me, we did 'ave a spree !
 
 58 'Swftins in flew 
 
 Fust we drives down a road they calls 
 
 Broadway 
 
 Gawd love yer, it ain't arf as wide 
 As a halley down in the Boro', 
 Yet they calls it ' Americy's Pride/ 
 All along yer sees blokes arunnin* 
 An* tearin' an* cuttin' about, 
 Ter try an* get out of the way of 
 The trams. 'Ow they shout 
 Ter get those trams ter a standstill ! 
 W'y, would yer believe w'en I say 
 That w'en one stops fer a minute 
 It's writ up in the paipers next day ? 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Well, at larst we got ter the Bowery. 
 On the way there warn't much ter see 
 Till we got ter aj>lice called Steve Brodies
 
 in flew Kotft. 59 
 
 Were we 'ad a drink o' cold tea. 
 Leastways that's wot Chauncey 'e told 
 
 me. 
 
 (Did I like it ? No bloomin' fear. 
 Fer, blow me, give me the ' Dragon ' 
 With yer gin an' yer pint o' good beer.) 
 Well, Chauncey 'e said ter me, ' 'Enery, 
 Mister Brodie 'e' is a grite chap, 
 'E'll jump from a bridge 'igh as 'eaven 
 An' on the way down tike a nap.' 
 ' Give over,' says I ter 'is Peachlets, 
 Don't give me none o* yer spoof.' 
 ' That's right,' answers quickly old Chaun* 
 
 cey, 
 ' That's 'ow 'e mikes all 'is oof.' 
 
 VIIL 
 
 14 Well, boys, yer*ld never o' thought it^ 
 But then yer knows it's New York
 
 60 'Swfclns in 1Rew J^orft. 
 
 Were people does things as is crizy, 
 An' Lor', 'ow some o' them tork ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 41 The next thing we sees were a caffy. 
 Yer pays nofin' at all ter go in 
 (They've singin' jist like at the Royal), 
 But Lor', 'ow they soaks yer fer gin ! 
 But Chauncey 'e says, ' Never mind it, 
 I'm puttin' up all o' the dough.' 
 (Wot's dough ? Well, there, 'Enery Mug- 
 gins, 
 
 It's oof or splosh, doncher know.) 
 Soon Chauncey 'e says ter me, ' 'Enery, 
 Ain't that a bird on the stige ! 
 Lor', wot eyes, wot a figger ! ' 
 Says I ter 'im, ' Chaunce, you'll oblige 
 If yer'll tell me wot ever ye're arfter. 
 1 sees no bird in the plice/
 
 'Swfcfns in flew Korft. 61 
 
 Well, Chauncey 'e larfed an' 'e arnswered. 
 ' Well, 'Enery, you do cut the ice/ 
 
 x. 
 
 " Now, boys, yer tork o' yer lingos, 
 Well, that wot they use in New York 
 It beats all I've 'card in the Boro'. 
 Blow me, 'ow rummy they tork ! 
 
 XI. 
 
 " Soon we leaves the caffe, as the poet 
 'E says, fer fields wot is new, 
 Me an' the millyingaire codger 
 An' 'is Peachlets Chauncey Depew.
 
 Part IL 
 
 'AWKINS IN CHINATOWN. 
 
 63
 
 " When we left the Bowery 
 We went through Chinatown; 
 We met the grite Chuck Connors, 
 A bloke o' grite renown. 
 'E lives among the Chinee 
 An' mikes 'em all 'is pals; 
 An' fer tighten' Vs a terrer, 
 An' a fav'rit with the gals." 
 
 T. 
 II. 
 
 " We 'ad a wet called Sam Shu 
 An' a mess they called Chow Dong, 
 An* met a bloke called Ski Hi 
 
 An' another called Bing Bong. 
 65
 
 66 'Swfcfns in Cbfnatown. 
 
 Yer never 'card sich torkin', 
 'Twere like a lot o' geese, 
 It were really somethin'k orful, 
 An' I 'ad ter cry fer peace." 
 
 /fc 
 in. 
 
 " But Chaunce 'e seemed ter like it; 
 They bowed and bowed agin, 
 An' arsked 'im fer ter jine 'em 
 In a glass o' Chinese gin. 
 We sat down ter the tible, 
 They give us lots, o' stuff; 
 Our pal 'as 'ad the ooftish 
 At it on'y mide a bluff." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Then a bloke as 'ad a pigtail 
 (Wot's a pigtail ? Well, I never ! 
 Ain't yer never 'card o' pigtails ?
 
 a whins in Chinatown. 67 
 
 Sich ignerence ! Swelp me ever ! 
 
 W'y, a pigtail is a lot o' 'air 
 
 A 'angin' down yer back; 
 
 Some reaches right down ter the ground, 
 
 An* others 'arf way back.) 
 
 " Well, as I said, a codger 
 Got up and said, ' Dear Chaunce, 
 Won't yer let us 'ave some torkin', 
 Or would yer like ter dawnce ? ' 
 Then Chaunce 'e ups an' bows a bit, 
 An' puffs 'is 'uge segar, 
 An' says, ' Before I speechifies 
 We'll 'ave ter 'it the bar.' " 
 
 VI. 
 
 " So they goes an' fills the glarsses, 
 An' Chaunce 'e raises 'is
 
 68 'Swfcins in Cbinatown. 
 
 An' says, ' Me pals an' comrades, 
 Let's drink in this 'ere fizz 
 The 'ealth of 'Enry 'Awkins, 
 The on'y pebble on the beach, 
 An' the 'ealth o' me, the on'y, 
 The grite and on'y Peach.' " 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Sich shoutin' an' 'urrahin' 
 Yer ne'er afore did 'ear ; 
 The Chinks they yelled out, ' Blava ! ' 
 Wile I yells out, "Ear 'ear ! ' 
 An' Chaunce an' t'other codger 
 They fairly jumps wi' glee 
 Ter 'ear the grite ovation 
 O' these rummy old Chinee." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Then a bloke all togged in satin 
 O' green an' blue an' red
 
 in Cbinatown. 69 
 
 Gits up an' bows perlite like, 
 An' then ter Chaunce 'e said, 
 ' Me noble comlade Chauncee, 
 Me muchee likee you, 
 Me likee 'Enly 'Awkins, 
 Yas, belly much a few.' 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Then 'e arsked us all ter jine 'im 
 An' 'ave a little gime 
 The bloke 'e called it Fan Tan 
 Or some sich bloomin' nime; 
 But Chaunce 'e threw 'is 'ands up 
 An' cried, ' Oh, nottee me, 
 I playee only baccalat, 
 Like me pal the Plince, yer see.' "
 
 Part ffl. 
 'AWKINS AN* THE BOWERY GIRL.
 
 'Enry 'Awkins went out walking 
 Not so very long ago, 
 Before he left America 
 At least they tell me so. 
 
 ii. 
 
 HeM been in New York City 
 About a week or two, 
 And there really wasn't anything 
 Left for 'Awkins now to do. 
 
 in. 
 
 But one night he sat a-thinking 
 
 And wondering what to do; 
 73
 
 74 'Bwfctns an* tbc JSowerg <5irl. 
 
 Said he, " I'll tike a little stroll 
 Along Third Avenoo." 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Fer I'd like ter 'ave some flirtin*. 
 I wants ter meet a gal, 
 A regler out-an'-outer, 
 Like me little donah Sal." 
 
 v. 
 
 He soon had reached the Bowery, 
 When he spied a maiden swell 
 Who, as he neared, cried out to him, 
 " Say, youse dinky mug, what t' 'ell ! " 
 
 VI. 
 
 Poor 'Awkins was astonished 
 To hear this lingo queer,
 
 'Swftins an' tbe 3Bowerg <3M. 75 
 
 But he braces up and says, " Old gal, 
 Let's go an' 'ave some beer/' 
 
 VII. 
 
 " Say, English," cried the hoyden, 
 " Does youse mean it on de dead, 
 Or is youse only bluffin' ?" 
 Said 'Awkins, " Strike me red ! " 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Strike you red ? What yer givin' us ? 
 Strike yer nothun. I don't think 
 I'll strike youse fer er ten-spot 
 When youse blown me ter er drink." 
 
 IX. 
 
 She led the way, and 'Awkins 
 Meekly followed by her side;
 
 7 6 'Swfcfns an' tbe JSower^ <3fcl. 
 
 And they entered what she called a 
 
 "cafe," 
 And she to the waiter cried, 
 
 x. 
 
 " Say, youse mug, come get a gait, 
 For me gentleman fren' and me 
 Ain't got no time to monkey. 
 Two up, me cully, see ?" 
 
 XI. 
 
 The waiter brought the beer, and then 
 As 'Awkins drank he said, 
 " Lor' lumme, call this beer ? 
 Well there, 'ere strike me dead." 
 
 XII. 
 
 " What t' 'ell ! " the damsel softly cried. 
 ' Say, don't yer trun no bluff;
 
 'Swfeins an' tbc JSSowerg Oirl. 77 
 
 Dis beer ain't no mixed ale, see ? 
 It's de genuine real stuff." 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " Lor* luv yer, gal," then 'Awkins cried, 
 " Yer is a treat, no errer. 
 
 I luv yer, swelp me bob, I does ! 
 
 Yer is a regler terrer." 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " Say, what youse mean, you English dude, 
 Is youse talkin' on de level ? 
 Ain't youse tryin' fer ter pull me leg ? 
 Say, youse is a sassy devel." 
 
 xv. 
 
 " Yus, on the straight. Say, wot's yer 
 
 nime, 
 An' wot's yer occupashun ?
 
 7 8 'Bwfcfns an' tbe JBowerfi <5trl 
 
 Fer, swelp me, gal, I likes yer, yas, 
 An' yer gives me palpitashun." 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Me name is Hatpin Nellie, see ? 
 I'm the Champeen of the Bowery. 
 Me occupation it is nit; 
 An' me mother was a loidy." 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Then 'Enry 'Awkins to her said, 
 " I am a coster poet 
 An' lite attatchy ter Earl Li." 
 Cried Nellie, " Say, there, stow it ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " You ain't so warm, me buty, see ? 
 I am as warm as you.
 
 'Swfcins an' tbe JBowerg <5trU 79 
 
 1*11 be yer steady, if youse like, 
 For I luves yer jist a few." 
 
 XIX. 
 
 But sad, alas ! it is to tell: 
 
 A great big burly brute 
 
 Arrived, and fired poor 'Awkins out 
 
 With the end of his hobnail boot. 
 
 xx. 
 
 For he was what is known down there 
 As Hatpin Nellie's steady, 
 And 'Awkins swore he'd ne'er return, 
 Not for thousands of the ready.

 
 Part IV. 
 
 'AWKINS AT THE OPERA* 
 
 8l
 
 * 
 
 fc. 
 
 " I say, 'Enery 'Awkins," said Chauncey 
 Depew, 
 
 One night while sitting at dinner, 
 " Would you like to go to the opera, me boy, 
 
 With me and a regular winner ? " 
 
 n. 
 
 " Righto, me dear boy/' 'Enery 'Awkins re- 
 plied, 
 
 " 1 11 go yer one, so'elp me never. 
 There's nofin I likes like Opery Grand, 
 Though I rarely goes, leastways 'ardly 
 
 ever." 
 
 83
 
 84 'Bwfcins at tbe pera. 
 
 , 
 
 in. 
 
 So they get in a chaise that was waiting 
 
 without 
 'Enery 'Awkins, dear Chaunce, and the 
 
 Winner. 
 
 (A winner, I'm told, is a damosel fair 
 Who could make an old saint turn a 
 
 sinner.) 
 
 IV. 
 
 They soon reached the home of Opera 
 
 Grand, 
 
 Where they were then singing Fatfrita. 
 When 'Awkins he saw Madame Melba 
 
 he cried, 
 " Gawd luv me, I'd like fer ter meet 'er ! " 

 
 'S whins at tbe Opera. 85 
 
 * 
 
 v. 
 Cried Chauncey, " You shall; she's a great 
 
 pal of mine. 
 
 I'll ask her to join us here later/' 
 And 'Awkins replied, " Yer rumbo, me 
 
 boy, 
 Yer ain't no bloomin* 'arf -rater." 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then 'Awkins looked round and inspected 
 
 the girls, 
 
 Who were there to be seen, not to see, 
 And said to Depew, " O Chauncey, me 
 
 pal, 
 Ah there ! goodness gracious ! oh me ! " 
 
 VII. 
 
 1 Did yer ever in all of yer hull bloomin* life 
 See in public gals' frocks cut so low ?
 
 86 'Swfeins at tbe pera. 
 
 I never did, I'll give yer that straight. 
 Why do they ? You ought ter know." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Well, really, dear 'Enery," said Chauncey 
 Depew, 
 
 " Ask me, please, something more simple. 
 It may be to show some radiant charm, 
 A white snowy neck or a dimple/' 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Yer don't tell me so! " said 'Awkins, M.P. 
 
 " On the crump they're barmy, I'm thinkin'; 
 
 Leastways they 'ad togged 'emselves out 
 
 in a rush, 
 
 Though they seems ter 'ave spent some 
 time prinkin'."
 
 'Bwfcfns at tbe Opera. 87 
 
 " Say, Chaunce, who is that with a bloomin, 
 
 red beard, 
 
 An' 'air wot is black as a nigger's 
 An' wot seems ter me ain't never been 
 
 cut? 
 
 W'y, if mine were like that I'ld 'ave jig- 
 gers." 
 
 XI. 
 
 " That, my dear boy is a very nice chap, 
 A jolly good sort of a fellow; 
 He's a Senator, fierce with his tawny lion's 
 
 mane." 
 
 'Awkins muttered aloud, " Strike me yel- 
 low ! "
 
 88 'Bwfcfns at tbe pera. 
 
 XII. 
 
 "Well, yas," added 'Awkins, "'e do strike 
 
 me so 
 
 " An' ain't 'e a rather 'igh liver ?" 
 " I don't know about that," answered 
 
 Chauncey Depew, 
 " But he is a great dinner-giver." 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " An' w'o is the chap wot is standin' up there 
 Like a monick of all he surways ? " 
 
 " That " said Depew is " Please-look-at-me- 
 
 do! 
 Whom no one is able to phaze." 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " W'o is that bloke with a crutch an' one 
 
 leg, 
 " Wot is 'obblin' down the right aisle ?"
 
 at tbe Opera. 89 
 
 "That, my dear boy, is a warrior brave, 
 A terrible man, sir, to rile/' 
 
 xv. 
 
 41 An* 'ow did 'e lose 'is poor bloomin' leg ?" 
 " At Gettysburg," was the reply; 
 " And in taking it off he chewed at his weed 
 And only gave vent to a sigh." 
 
 XVI. 
 
 M An* w'o is that bloke wot looks like a 
 
 duke, 
 
 Or else like a noble 'ussar ? 
 'E looks as if 'e an army might lead, 
 Even stampede a hull church bazar/' 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " He, my dear sir, is known the world o'er 
 And you tell me you don't know his 
 name.
 
 9 'Bwfcfns at tbe pera. 
 
 He is the Grand Marshal of every parade, 
 And is ever increasing his fame." 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 And so he went on, did 'Awkins, M.P., 
 With questions and questions galore, 
 Till Chauncey cried, " Halt, O 'Enery, do, 
 My throat is gettin' quite sore." 
 
 XIX. 
 
 " Wot, Chauncey, me peach, does I 'ear yer 
 
 correct, , 
 
 Does I 'ear yer rightly, me boy 
 That yer tired o' 'earin'yer own little voice, 
 Wot is every one's pleasure an' joy?" 
 
 xx. 
 
 "Yes, really I'm tired, and I beg to say 
 
 here 
 It is a remarkable fact,
 
 'Swfefns at tbe Opera. 9 1 
 
 That some people say that my jokes are 
 
 moss-grown 
 And that ' I am losin' my tact." 
 
 XXI. 
 
 " Oh no, it's not true," answered 'Awkins, 
 
 M.P. 
 " You're the idol of every child, 
 
 Ter say nofin' of womin an' also the men; 
 
 Yera Peach, an' that's drawin' it mild." 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Just then there arose a wondrous cheer, 
 Like the roar of the waves on the beach; 
 For the people had seen for the first time 
 
 that night 
 The Honorable Doctor de Peach.
 
 9 2 'Swfttns at tbe pera. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 And as the cheers ceased, 'Enery 'Awkins 
 
 he said, 
 
 " Yer see, me dear boy, I were right; 
 They luvs yer all still, I gives it yer 
 
 straight, 
 Yer are a bit of all right."
 
 Docabularg. 
 
 Arf ari f arf, half beer and half porter. 
 
 'Arf a thickun, half a sovereign (about $2.50). 
 
 Barmy on the crump, a little crazy; queer. 
 
 Bloke, a person. 
 
 Bloomin' 'ump, to get sulky. 
 
 Blubbin' , crying. 
 
 Boko, nose. 
 
 Cagy, sly, artful. 
 
 Chuck, the, to throw out, expel. 
 
 Codger, a fellow. 
 
 Cor fin, coffin. 
 
 Donah, a sweetheart. 
 
 Downed, to be, to be disappointed. 
 
 Fivers, five-pound notes. 
 
 Flimses, laces, loose flowing gowns, etc. 
 
 Garn, go on. 
 
 Hull, whole. 
 
 Knock 'em, astonished them. 
 
 Jobbed up into one, all mixed together. 
 
 Lor lumme, the Lord love me. 
 
 Lingo, language. 
 
 Moke, donkey. 
 
 93
 
 94 Vocabulary 
 
 Nipper, a. small boy. 
 
 Ooftish, money. 
 
 Peepers, eyes. 
 
 Peacocks Li, His Excellency Li Hung Chang. 
 
 Peeler, a policeman. 
 
 Public, a saloon. 
 
 Rooks yer fer gin, charge you for a glass of gin. 
 
 Rummy, queer, odd. 
 
 Rumbo, you're, you're a good sort of a fellow ; 
 
 you are all right. 
 
 Soaks yer fer gin, charge you, etc. 
 Spoof, a bluff, a trick. 
 Splosh, money. 
 
 Torf, a swell, dude. 
 
 Twofer, two cigars for a penny (two cents). 
 
 Trotters, boots. 
 
 Tanner, sixpence (about 12 cents). 
 
 The Royal, a music-hall in the east end of 
 London. 
 
 Wet, a drink.


 
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