There has lately been some glorious fights,
In Southwark, says Ben Fagan.
It beat the Battle of Bunker’s Hill,
And the glories of Copenhagen;
An old lady stood by London Bridge,
Bawling, lick me you shall never,
She jumped complete to Toloey Street,
Bawling, Odger, boys, for ever.
In Bermondsey there was glorious fun
Among the girls and sailors,