|He came from around St.Marylebone
Born wivv’in the sahnd of Bow Bells"
So spoke Cockney fluent as a native
Singing along in fluent rhyming slang.
Nah, Oi'm yer Shepherd.
Keep yer rubber bands aht of your sky–rockets.
No balls o'chalk beyond the of the Maindeck limits,
Use yer loaf o'bread, be aloive not dead
Employ yer eighteen pence, an’ you'll go far.
But if yer slips yer loin, me old China –
Oi'll shav moy daisy root royt up your Khyber.'
It was a grand meeting of British tongues
His glottal–stopping, the kid's Cardiff twang.
Faar, what you mean by faar?
End of the road? Rainbow's end?
Or far as dreams will take you?
You know, Our Kid, I'm y'ere to learn the ropes,
To be a proper sailor like our Dad.
I'm gonna see the shores of India,
Africa, Borneo, Australia,
Sail 'round the bloody Horn, mun,
That's The Way to step aside from strife—
That's a real sailor's stepping–stone to life."