Back Again

Oh, my boy, come in, do. You've come back at last, Two years since we saw you, How the time has passed ! Have a bath and shave first, No — a cup of tea ? Think you want a rest worst ? Dear, oh deary me ! Look, boy, at your boots, too, All cut with the rocks, Have you brought home with you Any mended socks They are always tearing ? Threw them all away ? Alberts you are wearing ?Fix this text Goodness, what are they ? Felt that you were coming, So I wrote to Bob, He says things are humming : And you'll get a job. Now, dear, don't come near me, You're all over dust, Can you smoke ? Oh, dear me. 'Spose so if you must.