Vote for a man who will protect your trade,
And sing, Southwark, lads, and Odger.
Long enough the poor man has been crushed,
Now is your time or never,
Come, now with me lads, nimble be,
Here’s Odger, lads, for ever.
Don’t you elect a Waterlow,
Whose principles are stinting,
He knows as much about the poor man’s rights
As a donkey knows of printing.