I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten-thirty And saunter along like a toff. I walk down the Strand With my gloves on my hand, Then I walk down again with them off. I'm all airs and graces, Correct easy paces, So long without food, I forgot where my face is! I'm Bert, Bert, I haven't a shirt. My people are well off, you know. Nearly everyone knows me, From Smith to Lord Rosebery. I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow.

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