KILLED IN THE OPEN 



Pull 'im an' worry 'im ! Poo-ll 'im an' worry 'im ! 

 Wanderer, Wisdom, an' Watchman an' all ! — 

 Thowt 'e 'd a-beaten me over the plough : 

 Lifted 'em on to 'im, devil knows how : 

 I 'ad the run of 'im : 

 I 'ad the fun of 'im : 

 Lorst 'im an' coursed 'im an' — look at 'im now ! 

 Eighty-five minnits, an' well it may be : 

 Biggest ole dog-fox what ever I see ! 

 Ah, the ole plunderer ! 

 Ah, the ole blunderer ! 

 Nobody up but the Master an' me ! — 

 Poo-ll 'im an' worry 'im ! — Talli-'o ! — Talli-'o ! 

 Romulus, Rhymer, an' Ringwood an' all ! 



Pull 'im an' worry 'im ! Poo'll 'im an' worry 'im 



Dancer 'an Dexter an' Dryden an' all ! — 



Think of 'is lordship be'ind in the drain : 



Think of the tommy-tits ridin' the lane ; 



We'll 'ave the laugh of 'em : 



We'll 'ave the chaff of 'em : 



Swankin' an' clankin' an' — not seen again ! 



Fourteen-mile point, Sir, as near as can be : 



Pity the man that's gone 'ome to 'is tea ! 

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