Bill‘ Awkins

“‘ As anybody seen Bill‘ Awkins?”

“Now‘ ow in the devil would I know?”

“‘ E's taken my girl out walkin’,

An’ I've got to tell‘ im so —

Gawd — bless —‘ im!

I've got to tell‘ im so.”

“D'yer know what‘ e's like, Bill‘ Awkins?”

“Now what in the devil would I care?”

“‘ E's the livin’, breathin’ image of an organ-grinder's monkey,

With a pound of grease in‘ is‘ air —

Gawd — bless —‘ im!

An’ a pound o’ grease in‘ is‘ air.”

“An’ s'pose you met Bill‘ Awkins,

Now what in the devil‘ ud ye do?”

“I'd open‘ is cheek to‘ is chin-strap buckle,

An’ bung up‘ is both eyes, too —

Gawd — bless —‘ im!

An’ bung up‘ is both eyes, too!”

“Look‘ ere, where‘ e comes, Bill‘ Awkins!

Now what in the devil will you say?”

“It is n't fit an’ proper to be fightin’ on a Sunday,

So I'll pass‘ im the time o’ day —

Gawd — bless —‘ im!

I'll pass‘ im the time o’ day!”