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POPULAR SONGS RE-SUNG.

“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!”

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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!