you know, the old music hall song, 'I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at 10.30'
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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.