Constab Ballads (1912)
Papine Corner
WHEN you want to meet a frien’,
Ride up to Papine,
Where dere’s people to no en’,
Old, young, fat an’ lean:
When you want nice gals fe court
An’ to feel jus’ booze’,
Go’p to Papine as a sport
Dress’ in ge’man clo’es.
When you want to be jus’ broke,
Ride up wid your chum,
Buy de best cigars to smoke
An’ Finzi[1] old rum:
Stagger roun’ de sort o’ square
On to Fong Kin bar ;
Keep as much strengt’ dat can bear
You do’n in de car.
Ef you want lost policeman,
Go dere Sunday night,
Where you’ll see them, every one
Lookin’ smart an’ bright :
Policeman of every rank,
Rural ones an’ all,
In de bar or on de bank,
Each one in them sail.
Policeman dat’s in his beat,
Policeman widout,
Policeman wid him gold teet’
Shinin’ in him mout’;
Policeman in uniform
Made of English blue,
P’liceman gettin’ rather warm,
Sleuth policeman too.
Policeman on plain clo’es pass,
Also dismissed ones;
See them standin’ in a mass,
Talkin’ ’bout them plans:
Policeman “struck off de strengt’
Physical unfit,”
Hear them chattin’ dere at lengt’
‘Bout a diffran’ kit.[2]
When you want meet a surprise,
Tek de Papine track;
Dere some things will meet you’ eyes
Mek you tu’n you’ back:
When you want to see mankind
Of “class” family
In a way degra’ them mind,
Go ‘p deh, you will see.
When you want a pleasant drive,
Tek Hope Gardens line;
I can tell you, man alive,
It is jolly fine:
Ef you want to feel de fun,
You mus’ only wait
Until when you’re comin’ do’n
An’ de tram is late.