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I once was a Pirate what sailed the''igt seas--
But now I''ve retired as a com-mission-aire: And that''s how you find me a-takin'' my ease And keepin'' the door ina Bloomsburry Square. I''m partial to partidges, likewise to grouse, And I favour thet Devonchire cream in a bowl; But I''m allus content with a drink on the ''ouse And a bit o''cold fish when I done me patrol. I ain''t got much polish, me manners is gruff, But I''ve got a bood coat, and I keep meself smart; And everyone says, and I guess that''s enought: ''You can''t but like Morgan, ''e''s got a kind '' art.'' I got knocked about on the Barbary Coast, And me voice it ain''t no sich melliferous horgan; But yet I can state, and I''m not one to boast; That some of the gals is dead keen on old Morgan So if you ''ave business with Faber-- or Faber-- I''ll give you this tip, and it''s worth a lot more: You''ll save yourself time, and you''ll spare youself labour If just make friends with the Cat at the door. Morgan |
