Now October! Back again to collar,
Funds run low, reduced to last 'arf-dollar.
Snip on rampage, boots a getting thin,
'Ave to try the turf to raise some tin.
Evenings getting gloomy; high old games;
Music 'alls! Look up the taking names.
Proper swells them pros.! If I'd my choice,
There's my mark. Just wish I'd got a voice;
Cut the old den to-morrow, lots of cham.,
Cabs and diamonds,--ain't that real jam?
Got the straight tip for the Siezerwitch,
If I _honly_ land it, I'll be rich.
Guess next mornin' wouldn't find me sober--
Allays get the blues about October.