As I walked in the inn there’s a silence within
All eyes turned upon this stranger
I asked “Bed and Board?” but the landlady roared,
“Youwavinalarf naar, aincha?”
“Bedan’ board, you ponce?” went on her response
If I could then I would have ignored her,
“Do me a fiva!” and finally gave a
Then her daughter appeared; I ogled and leered
And I stood there admiring the view
As a roar from the South erupts from her mouth
And the landlady shouted out, “Phiu!”.
“So piss orf, you spenner; this is my mennerr!”
His language went right off the scale;
With a flea in my ear I left and next year
I think I shall try Beckindale.