William Hargreaves

There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down. The donkey was eyeing them, Openly defying …

The flies go up the window, They've nothing else to do, They go up in their hundreds And they come down two by two.

I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty Then saunter along like a toff. I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand, Then I walk down again with them off.