Peas at half seven, sir, you been told, That’s when your vittles be ready, sir, you been told, Stroll in here at nine, sir, your peas, they be cold. Stomp out that cheroot, sir, you been told, Clean up your own soot, sir, you been told, Or you and Mr. Fancypants’ll find your rooms, they been sold.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2015-10-04 11:59 am (UTC)That’s when your vittles be ready, sir, you been told,
Stroll in here at nine, sir, your peas, they be cold.
Stomp out that cheroot, sir, you been told,
Clean up your own soot, sir, you been told,
Or you and Mr. Fancypants’ll find your rooms, they been sold.