Deptford hath its DARLING, its DARLING, its DARLING!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, the great Cav-il-ler!
If ASQUITH needs stern warning,
Or MORLEY wants the spur,
They'll find it in our DARLING,
The great Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, &c.
As he comes striding up the House,
GLADSTONE shrinks like a cur;
He knows _his_ fluency must fail
To foil the Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, &c.
"With Liberty Caps upon their heads
Shall Anarchists confer
On treason in Trafalgar Square?"
Demands the Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, &c.
"Now stand aside, you Liberal loon!
_I_'m going to raise a stir;
I'll harry you--at Question time!"
Quoth the great Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, &c.
And it's by the Square's damp fountains,
And it's in their Press, with pen,
Tr-r-raitors daren't sputter treason,
For DARLING, best of men!
Deptford hath its DARLING, its DARLING, its DARLING!
O! Deptford hath its DARLING, the great Cav-il-ler!
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