De ver’ first ting I do for mek my introduce
Is giv’ my nam’, which just the sam’ I tink is good excuse,
Fer tell to you an’ efery wan in my ver’ bess maniere,
So well’s I can, vat kine of man is de bess one I don’t care.
Some fellers ver’ satisfy for mek’ de small depense,
Don’t spend a cent everywhere she’s went. I’m not dat kine of gens.
De more ma debts get bigger, de more I dude’er get,
Fer stay on top you must not stop for trow on style, you bet.
I’m work on the G. T. P., an’ know my own bizness,
I’m strong lak a beef wid efery chief an’ can mak’ the grand
finesse.
I have some debts so high my neck, but dat’s give me no excite;
Firs’ chance I get I pay my debt, an’ den I be all right.
Fer sure I’m very dis-custard of de Ottawa ver’ firs’ class,
Who hold the nose an’ donat let de clothes touch me wen dey pass.
But wait a minit, Mr. Snobbs, I’m not finish for you,
I’ll give you surprise and mek’ you cognize le Vicomte de la Roue.
Suppose I want someting, I get it, you bet my life,
Anyone come for spoil my game for sure he’s get de knife.
I tell you wan ting ver’ sure, if you want for success
Go for it rough, and mek’ big bluff, an’ you get it, I guess!!
[Illustration]
The gentle art of saying nothing is about to become a lost art.
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The higher up you get the harder to keep your equilibrium and the
bigger the bump when you come down.
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Some men generally tell the truth, some often tell it, many seldom tell
it, some have to have it dragged from them, and to a large number it is
an unknown quantity.