imed, suddenly, "am I confusing
him with a Minor Camel?"

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[Illustration: WELL MEANT, BUT AWKWARDLY PUT.

"SO GLAD YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ME, DEAR LORD VARICOSE; I WAS AFRAID
YOU WOULD, AFTER SO MANY YEARS!"

"OH, NO, MISS EVERGREEN; I NEVER FORGET OLD FACES!"'

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WOT CHER!

OR, KNOCKED 'EM IN THE WEST-MIN-IS-TER ROAD.

(_WITH MR. PUNCH'S RESPECTFUL APOLOGIES TO THE GREAT COSTER LAUREATE,
MR. ALBERT CHEVALIER_.)

_Coster Bill sings_:--

Last week down our way there come a chap,
Sort o' "Sausage." Lots o' go and snap.
Twigs my Missus, and takes orf 'is cap,
In a (German) gentlemanly way.
"Ma'am," says 'e, "I've 'appy news to tell.
SOL, of 'Atfield (rich old Tory Swell),
Snuffed it recent, to 'is sort a sell,
Leaving you this little Donkey Shay."

_CHORUS_.

"Wot cher!" all the neighbours cried,
"Who're yer goin' to meet, BILL?
'Ave yer bought the street, BILL?"
Laugh!! I thought I should 'ave died.
Knock'd 'em in the West-min-is-ter Road!

Some says nasty things about the moke,
"Won't got fur afore _'is_ back is broke!"
That's all envy, cos we're kerridge folk,
Like the Tory Toffs wot 'ave to _go_!
Straight! it woke the Tories up a bit.
Thought BRUM JOE would go and 'ave a fit,
When my Missus, who 'as Irish wit,
Sez "I 'ate Brum Brooms[1] becos they're low!"

_CHORUS_.

"Wot cher!" all the neighbours cried.
"Who're yer goin' to meet, BILL?
'Ave yer bought the street, BILL?"
Missus, she the Shamrock waved with pride.
Knock'd 'em in the West-min-is-ter Road!

Some sez werry soon the moke'll stop;
Not hup to _our_ weight, but bound ter drop.
No use whackin' 'im with pole or prop,
'Cos the warmint wasn't _made_ to go.
Well, it ain't hexact a four-in-'and;
But me and the Missus hunderstand,
If we drive together we shall "land,"
Wich to Tory toffs'll be a blow.

_CHORUS_.

"Wot cher!" all the neighbours cried.
Who're yer goin' to meet, BILL?
'Ave yer bought the street, BILL?"
Win? You bet! with BIDDY by my side.
Knock'd in the West-min-is-ter Road!

Wait till arter August four or five!
Me and Missus, we will take a drive.
Toffs say, "Wonderful they're still alive!"
You shall see that little Donkey go!
I'll soon show 'em wot we mean to do;
Just wot my old Missus