A Proper Pride.

Progress, Volume XIV, Issue 7, 1 March 1919, Page 449

A Proper Pride.

You’ve spick and you’re span enough, laddie, You reckon you’re boss of the dock; But ’ow’d you like to ’ike the ’ole night And stick to the tick of the clock? I’ve done it, me lad; and no wonder They think such a lot of ’is nabs! ’E wanted the stuff in the morning And they gives a quick look at ’is tabs. Then they ups and they load us, yers trooly, Not .’arf a load, neither, you bet. And we goes on our ’undred miles jolly Through the muck, and the rain and the wet. When we turned into ’Enry’s at seven They was waiting a tip-toe for me, When the engine was, stopped I just grunted, And Bill ’e starts arskin’ fen tea. ■» We done it 0.K., me fine feller, , Four tons—and me proper load’s three; Not a stop nor even a stutter, Old Bill, young Jim, and just me. YY:'.; H.N.B.