Fire Bugs

Look 'ere. I'll bet a 'arf-a-crown To anythink you like to name (said Bushy Bill), If country fellers went to town, An' burnt a few big buildin's down, An' quids an' quids went up in flame (said Bushy Bill), Do you suppose, by any chance, You'd put it down to ignorance. An' let 'em go their dilly way To do the trick some other day? (Said Bushy Bill). No fear. You'd take that crim'nal lot An' likely lynch 'em on the spot. Fine sense of property you got (said Bushy Bill). Yet city coves come up this way, Shootin' or goin' campin' out (said Bushy Bill). But are they careful blokes? Not they. An' when their camp fire gets away They wonder what it's all about (said Bushy Bill). They sling their matches round the place, An' carry on a fair disgrace Wise coots they are, all in the know, Who reckons country coves is slow (said Bushy Bill). But when two hundred thousand quid Goes up, they dunno wot they did. They can't think 'ow that green scrub caught They never knoo. They never thought. Look 'ere. IT'S TIME YOUS BLOKES WAS TAUGHT (said Bushy Bill).