On Hampstead Heath—and every day
They troop in crowds up Chancery Lane....
I’ll own, some Brixton girls are plain,
The Ealing girls are proud and silly,
They’re a queer lot in Piccadilly
And—personally—I can’t stand
The huzzies who infest the Strand.
But in the bulk, far though you roam,
You’ll find no girls like ours at home.
Then what good cheer is London cheer