(_COSTER-JIM ON CORKUS-JOE._)
There's party-men yer meets about
What wins yer 'eart instanter;
Of _their_ success there's ne'er a doubt,
They romps in in a canter.
There's one as means to lick the lot,
Brum JOE, the artf'llst dodger.
For 'im we Rads went 'ot and 'ot;
Sez we, "Yus, JOE's the codger!"
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_Chorus._
Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No Tory pride, no toffish affectation!
Yet 'e somehow makes yer feel
That in 'im yer 'ave to deal
With a gent, if not by buth, by edgercation!
'E made 'is pile in a snide way,--
"Down on ther nail," 'is motter--
Went to the front, and came to _stay_;
Whigs might pertest and potter.
'Is game wos doin' the poor good,
And doin' of it 'andsome.
JACK CADE they called 'im,--which wos rude--
'Acos 'e talked o' ransom!
_Chorus._
Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No "Lily" pride, no blue--blood affectation!
Yet he somehow made yer feel
That in 'im yer 'ad to deal
With a gent by nature _and_ by edgercation!
You ought to seen 'im on the stump,
Smart frock and stiff shirt collar;
Got up regardless, clean-cut chump,
Orchid for button-'oler!
'E cocked a snook at pride o' race.
We shouted "Brayvo, BRUMMY!
Peg on, we'll put yer in fust place;
Then won't old WEG look rummy?"
_Chorus._
Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No _Rip wan Winkle_ HARTY affectation!
Yet 'e somehow made yer feel
That 'e jest knowed 'ow to deal
With the "Gentlemen" by buth and edgercation.
Acrost 'is phiz there stole a smile,
Like sunshine in November.
Sez 'e, "_I_'m for the Sons o' Tile!"
O yus, don't we remember!
We fancied JOE wos one of hus,
A cove we might ha' trusted.
Now you should 'ear the Corkus cuss
At the Brum bubble--busted!
_Chorus._
Sich a smart man too! Sich a _very_ smart man!
No orty scorn, no "arm-cheer" affectation!
One as somehow made yer feel
'E alone knowed 'ow to deal
With Allotments, Taxes and Free Edgercation!
'E chose to play at hodd man hout;
'E ain't the fust by many
Wot's tried to Tommy-Dodd the rout
With a two-'eaded penny.
It's broke our trust; _'e_ can go 'ome
With Toffdom for next neighbour.
_'E_ won't cut Capital's cockscomb
In the 'Oly Cause o' Labour!
_Chorus._
Sich a snide man too! Sich a _very_ snide man!
And now,--but that's 'is hartful affectation!
'E would like to make hus feel
As he only "plays genteel,"
To give Toffs a Demmycratic Hedgercation!
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