—Marylebone.
Up and down the city wall,
In and out “The Eagle,”
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weazel.
—From “A London Maid.”
Dancing Dolly had no sense,
For to fiddle for eighteenpence;
All the tunes that she could play,
Were “Sally get out of the donkey’s way.”
—Deptford.
My mother said
That the rope must go
Over my head.
—Deptford.
Andy Pandy,
Sugardy candy,
French almond
Rock.
—Deptford.