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’Taught me the gipsy-folks' bolee; *
Kind of volcano she were, For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she
was white, And I learned about women from 'er.
Then I come 'ome in the trooper,
'Long of a kid o'sixteenGirl from a convent at Meerut,
The straightest I ever ’ave seen. Love at first sight was 'er trouble,
She didn't know what it were; An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much,
But I learned about women from 'er!
I've taken my fun where I've found it,
An' now I must pay for my fun,
The less will you settle to one;
An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see;
not), An' learn about women from me!
What did the colonel's lady think?
Nobody never knew.
An' she told 'em true.
They're like as a row of pins-
Are sisters under their skins !
There was Rundle, Station Master,
An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Donkin o' the Jail;
Our Master twice was 'e,
Old Framjee Eduljee.
Outside" Sergeant ! Sir! Salute! Salaam !” Inside—“ Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the
Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out
We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
An' Saul the Aden Jew,