Oh, my boy, come in, do.
You've come back at last,
Two years since we saw you,
How the time has passed!
Have a bath and shave first,
No — a cup of tea?
Think you want a rest worst?
Dear, oh deary me!
Look, boy, at your boots, too,
All cut with the rocks,
Have you brought home with you
Any mended socks
They are always tearing?
Threw them all away?
Alberts you are wearing?
Goodness, what are they?
Felt that you were coming,
So I wrote to Bob,
He says things are humming:
And you'll get a job.
Now, dear, don't come near me,
You're all over dust,
Can you smoke? Oh, dear me.
'Spose so if you must.