I sneaked out one night, when Elbert 'ad gone 'ome.

I got a place up Kilburn way, an ol' couple, retired from the pawnbrokin' line.

The ol' man 'ad softening in 'is brain, an' said one thing all the blessed time, murmurin' like a bee.

The ol' woman never spoke, never did no work, lef' it all to me.

She was always a-readin' of 'er postcard album, shiftin' the cards about--she 'ad thousands, besides one 'ole book full of seaside comics.