A TIDY SUIT FOR ALL THAT.

I remember well,—a slap-up swell—
With lots of cash, and all that,—
I used to quiz each lady’s phiz,
And sport them out, and all that;
And all this, and all that,
But I’m done brown for all that.
With Crockford’s* crew my money flew,
But I skittles play, for all that.

I used to dwell up in Pall Mall:
In a house up steps, and all that_
With porter tall to mind the hall,
To take in nots, and all that.
And all this, and all that,
My feather beds, and all that,
But now I snore upon the floor,
And I lay till twelve for all that.

I used to wear, I do declare,
A slap up coat and all that—
I made good for trade, though I never paid,
But there’s many swells do all that.
And all that, and all that,
Yet clothes i’ve got, for all that!
The suit I’ve got, cost me a pot,
And it’s a tidy suit for all that.

I had a cab, ’twas lin’d with drab,
With a velvet seat, and all that—
My horse was brown, the best in town,
With a tiger smart, and all that.
And all that, and all that,
Yet I cab it still, for all that,
For, if one I find, I jump up behind,
So, you see, I ride, for all that.

I used to dine off goose and wine,
And couldn’t eat my meat fat,
But it’s turn about, for I go without,
I live on air, and all that.
And all that, and all that,
Faggots, peas pudding, and all that,
At the Carlton Club, I used to grub,
But I like Cann’s soup for all that.

With patent boots like “Romeo Coates.”*
With nice square toe and all that,
With good high heel for spur or steel,
To rattle about and all that.
And all that, and all that,
Yet boots I’ve got for all that,
Though they’ve no sole, yet on the whole,
The tops look well, for all that.

My gloves were black, without a crack,
But they’re gone to wrack for all that,
With my kerchief silk, as white as milk,
When it’s wash’d and all that.
And all that, and all that,
It saves the cuff for all that,
In life says Burns, there’s many turns,
But a man’s a man for all that.

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