Fellows to work in docks at Wapping,
Some way or other, sirs, I’d have ye
Give a quick passport to old Davy.
But if with all this blood and thunder,
The stubborn blockheads won’t knock under,
And e’en old women bravely wield
Their jordans like Achilles’ shield;
No more with these our weapons dabble,
But raise a Lord-George-Gordon rabble;
Pour on the rogues, that they be undone,