Don'T You Know

H'it's h'easy to be 'appy, Don't you know; There's no sense in being snappy, Don't you know; Wot's the use h'of being grumpy, H'or a bally rotter mumpy? Folks don't like a fellow dumpy, Don't you know. H'every one h'as fits h'of sadness, Don't you know; No ones life h'is wholly gladness, Don't you know; H'if todye you taste h'of sorrow, H'or a shilling 'ave to borrow, Frowning won't 'elp things tomorrow, Don't you know. O, a gloomy cus h'is silly, Don't you know; 'E's a downright balmy Billy, Don't you know; H'instead of h'alwyes moping With 'is lips h'in downward sloping, 'E should smile h'and keep on 'oping, Don't you know. O, my word! H'if I were willing, Don't you know, H'every time h'I'd lack a shilling, Don't you know, H'in me wye so very 'umble, H'I could start a dismal mumble, But h'I larf- -h'I never grumble- - Don't you know. Tyke the time the guv'or sacked me, Don't you know; good h'old chap! 'E'd alwyes backed me, Don't you know; 'E got 'ot and sent me flying, Cut me h'off- -there's no use lying- - But h'I larffed h'instead of crying, Don't you know. H'and h'I'm 'ere on h'earth, still grinning, Don't you know; Back once more h'at the beginning, Don't you know; Tyking life the wye h'I find it, Never arskin' wot's be'ind it, Though h'it's 'ard h'I do not mind it, Don't you know.