Ragged Jack, wot chalks 'Starvation !'
Look'd quite fat and swellish there--
While Dick, wot 'dumbs it' round the nation,
Had all the jaw among the fair.
Limping Ned wot brought his duchess,
At home had left his wooden pegs--
And Jim, wot cadges it on crutches,
Vos the nimblest covey on his legs.
Tol, lol lol, etc.
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The next arrival was old Joe Burn,
Wot does the fits to Natur chuff--
And Fogg, And Fogg, wot's blind each day in Ho'born,
Saw'd his way there clear enough,
Mr. Sinniwating Sparrow,
In corduroys span new and nice,
Druv up in his pine-apple barrow,
Which he used to sell a win a slice. [6]
Tol, lol lol, etc.