Volume 102 — POPULAR SONGS RE-SUNG.
Reading edition
"Sich a Nice Man Too!" is one of the latest, and greatest, successes of the clever Coster Laureate, Mr. ALBERT CHEVALIER, who, "Funny without being Vulgar," proves that he, the Muse of the Market Cart, and Bard of the Barrow, "Knocks 'em in the Old Kent Road,"—and elsewhere—with well-deserved success. As is ever the case with the works of genuine genius, "liberal applications lie" in his "patter" songs, the enjoyment of which need by no means be confined to the Coster and his chums. For example, at Caucus-Conferences and places where they sing—and shout—the following might be rendered with relish:—
No. VII.—SICH A SMART MAN TOO!
(Coster-Jim on Corkus-Joe.)
There's party-men yer meets about What wins yer 'eart instanter; Of their success there's ne'er a doubt, They romps in in a canter. There's one as means to lick the lot, Brum JOE, the artf'llst dodger. For 'im we Rads went 'ot and 'ot; Sez we, "Yus, JOE's the codger!"
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart man! No Tory pride, no toffish affectation! Yet 'e somehow makes yer feel That in 'im yer 'ave to deal With a gent, if not by buth, by edgercation! 'E made 'is pile in a snide way,— "Down on ther nail," 'is motter— Went to the front, and came to stay; Whigs might pertest and potter. 'Is game wos doin' the poor good, And doin' of it 'andsome. JACK CADE they called 'im,—which wos rude— 'Acos 'e talked o' ransom!
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart man! No "Lily" pride, no blue—blood affectation! Yet he somehow made yer feel That in 'im yer 'ad to deal With a gent by nature and by edgercation! You ought to seen 'im on the stump, Smart frock and stiff shirt collar; Got up regardless, clean-cut chump, Orchid for button-'oler! 'E cocked a snook at pride o' race. We shouted "Brayvo, BRUMMY! Peg on, we'll put yer in fust place; Then won't old WEG look rummy?"
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart man! No Rip wan Winkle HARTY affectation! Yet 'e somehow made yer feel That 'e jest knowed 'ow to deal With the "Gentlemen" by buth and edgercation. Acrost 'is phiz there stole a smile, Like sunshine in November. Sez 'e, "I'm for the Sons o' Tile!" O yus, don't we remember! We fancied JOE wos one of hus, A cove we might ha' trusted. Now you should 'ear the Corkus cuss At the Brum bubble—busted!
Chorus.
Sich a smart man too! Sich a very smart man! No orty scorn, no "arm-cheer" affectation! One as somehow made yer feel 'E alone knowed 'ow to deal With Allotments, Taxes and Free Edgercation! 'E chose to play at hodd man hout; 'E ain't the fust by many Wot's tried to Tommy-Dodd the rout With a two-'eaded penny. It's broke our trust; 'e can go 'ome With Toffdom for next neighbour. 'E won't cut Capital's cockscomb In the 'Oly Cause o' Labour!
Chorus.
Sich a snide man too! Sich a very snide man! And now,—but that's 'is hartful affectation! 'E would like to make hus feel As he only "plays genteel," To give Toffs a Demmycratic Hedgercation!