Chapter I

Oh! you should see
My gal and me
(Mariar is 'er nime),
When we go daown
To Brighton taown
To 'ave a gorjus time.

She wears sich feathers in 'er 'at,
She's beautiful and guy,
But it ain't all beer and skittles--flat
And 'ere's the reason why:
_Refrine--_
She 'urries me, she worries me,
To ketch the bloomin' trine;
She 'ustles me, she bustles me,
She grumbles 'arf the time:
It's "'Arry do," and "'Arry don't,"
Which "'Arry" will, or "'Arry" won't
(It goes against the grine),
But--
(_Triumphantly._)
We 'as a 'appy 'ollidy,
We gets there all the sime.
--'Urry up, 'Arry.