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| Cat Morgan Introduces Himself |
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| I once was a Pirate what sailed the 'igh seas-- |
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| But now I've retired as a com-mission-aire: |
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| And that's how you find me a-takin' my ease |
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| And keepin' the door in a Bloomsbury Square. |
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| I'm partial to partridges, likewise to grouse, |
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| And I favour that Devonshire cream in a bowl; |
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| But I'm allus content with a drink on the 'ouse |
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| And a bit o' cold fish when I done me patrol. |
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| I ain't got much polish, me manners is gruff, |
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| But I've got a good coat, and I keep meself smart; |
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| And everyone says, and I guess that's enough: |
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| 'You can't but like Morgan, 'e's got a kind 'art.' |
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| I got knocked about on the Barbary Coast, |
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| And me voice it ain't no sich melliferous horgan; |
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| But yet I can state, and I'm not one to to boast, |
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| That some of the gals is dead keen on old Morgan. |
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| So if you 'ave business with Faber--or Faber-- |
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| I'll give you this tip, and it's worth a lot more: |
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| You'll save yourself time, and you'll spare yourself labour |
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| If jist you make friends with the Cat at the door. |
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