And find a Fence to turn it into Swag,
I’d give it all in Lonnon Streets to stand,
And if I had my pick, I’d say the Strand!
“But ven I goes, as maybe vonce I shall,
To my old crib to meet with Jack, and Sal,
I’ve been so gallows honest in this Place,
I shan’t not like to show my sheepish Face.
“It’s wery hard for nothing but a Box
Of Irish Blackguard to be keepin’ Flocks,
’Mong naked Blacks, sich Savages to hus,