There's parties as yer meets about wot wins yer 'eart instanter,
They give the rest a goodish start, and beats 'em in a canter.
There's one I know as licks 'em all, and that's my fellow-lodger,
He's up to every knowin' fake, a fair old artful dodger.

Chorus: Sich A Nice Man Too! Sich a very nice man,
Not a bit stuck up, no beastly affectation.
One who somehow makes you feel
That you really have a deal,
With a gentleman by birth and education.

'E'll 'old a pu's' like this and say, 'My fame I will not sully,
I'm sellin' quids a bob a time, it ain't a rush, old cully.
See there's the quid, I drops it in.' You somehow can't resist it -
You buys the pu's', there ain't no quid,
Says he, 'You must 'ave missed it.'

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You ought to seen 'im on the course a-rakin' in the rhino,
Got up regardless - quite the toff - in togs turned out by Kino.
He makes a book on every race, to use 'is own expression,
He says, that bein' Welsh by birth, he's made it 'is profession.

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He used to play at 'odd man out', the drink he won was many,
Till some cove in 'is pocket found a double-headed penny.
It broke 'im up, 'e went straight 'ome and bashed 'is next door neighbour,
'E's occupied at present doin' eighteen months 'ard labour.

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