George Herbert Gibson, Southerly Busters
“ No wonder I gets huffed; They grins, and axes who I be, And if I'm "real or stuffed" Original And when I walks about my beat The hosses dreads the sight; They stands up endways in the street A snortin' with affright. The 'bus-conductors winks and leers, And holds their sides and splits; And kids of very tender years I frightens into fits. I once was right at forty-four For supper, lunch, and tea; Upon this bosom Susan swore She'd never love but me. Alas! for that inconstant cook The 'elmet 'ad no charms; A most sanguineous butcher took My Susan to his arms. ”
