"dung," to rhyme with "abyss."

An earlier song by Claude Ralston:

I would indite this ditty to a man who's very cute,
He's the terror of Bill Sloggins and them would do a scoot;
He can tell you where you've been to just by looking at your boot,
And you'll know him by the name of Sherlock Holmes.

Ch: With his lips hard set and a cigarette,
As his fingers through his hair he combs;
He's never yet been baffled, and he's sent them to the scaffold
By the score, has Sherlock Holmes.

I asked him out to dine at my place near Kempton Park,
I said the wine was Ruinart, I'd shifted every mark;
"You lie! It's three-and-sixpenny, I know it by the cork,
For I've found it on the floor," said Sherlock Holmes.   Ch:

One summer day we started for a race-course close to town.
He said "against the favourite!" We planked our utmost "brown;"
And before the race was over, why, the favourite he broke down,__
"That physic's done the trick," said Sherlock Holmes.   Ch:

He asked a few pals up one night; at Poker we did play;
The stakes were high, the end drew nigh, _ this great man was no jay _
Five aces on the table, with a pistol, he did lay,__
"I shall now collect the oof," said Sherlock Holmes.   Ch:

You say it is a pity that this splendid man should die.
I think the Swiss tale is a plant, I'll give my reason why.
There's a lady in the question so he's gone and done a "guy,"
But he'll turn up again will Sherlock Holmes.

With his lips hard set and a cigarette,
As his fingers through his hair he combs;
He's never yet been baffled, and he'll send them to the scaffold
By the score, will Sherlock Holmes.

(published in Scottish Students' Song Book)