[1: well-dressed man] [2: man] [3: hat] [4: died; mistake] [5: made them stare] [6: donkey] [7: fellow] [8: no mistake] [9: wife; make a show]

I'm just about the proudest man that walks, I've got a little nipper, when 'e talks [1] I'll lay yer forty shiners to a quid [2] You'll take 'im for the father, me the kid. Now as I never yet was blessed wi' wealf, I've 'ad to bring that youngster up myself, And though 'is education 'as been free, 'E's allus 'ad the best of tips from me. [3] And 'e's a little champion, Do me proud well 'e's a knock out, [4] Takes after me and ain't a bit too tall. 'E calls 'is mother "Sally," And 'is father "good old pally," And 'e only stands about so 'igh, that's all!

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'E gits me on at skittles and 'e flukes, [5] And when 'e wants to 'e can use 'is "dooks," [6] You see 'im put 'em up, well there, it's great, 'E takes a bit of lickin at 'is weight; 'E'll stick up like a Briton for 'is pals, An' ain't 'e just a terror with the gals; I loves to see 'im cuttin' of a dash, A walkin' down our alley on the mash. [7] There, 'e's a little champion, Do me proud well 'e's a knock out, I've knowed 'im take a girl on six foot tall; 'E'll git 'imself up dossy, [8] Say I'm goin' out wi' Flossie, An' 'e only stands about so 'igh, that's all.

Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs — Part 60

I used to do a gin crawl e'vry night, [9] An' very, very often come 'ome tight, [10] But now of all sich 'abits I've got rid, I al'us wants to git 'ome to the kid. In teachin' 'im I takes a regular pride, Not books, of course, for them 'e can't abide, But artful little ikey little ways, [11] As makes the people sit up where we stays. [12]

Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs — Part 60

(_Spoken_)--Only last Sunday me an' the missus took 'im out for a walk--I should say 'e took us out. As we was a comin' 'ome I says to the old gal "Let's pop into the 'Broker's Arms' and 'ave a drop o' beer?" She didn't raise no objection so in we goes, followed by 'is nibs--I'd forgotten all about 'im--I goes to the bar and calls for two pots of four 'alf; suddenly I feels 'im a tuggin' at my coat, "Wot's up?" sez I; "Wot did yer call for?" sez 'e; "Two pots of four 'alf," sez I; "Oh," sez 'e, "ain't mother goin' to 'ave none?"

Well, 'e's a little champion, Do me proud well 'e's a knock out, "Drink up," sez 'e, "Three pots, miss, it's my call." I sez "Now Jacky, Jacky;" 'E sez, "And a screw of baccy," And 'e only stands about so 'igh, that's all.