Odger is a working man,
And as clever a man as Pompey,
Odger is a gentleman,
And you are a pair of donkeys.
When Odger is returned, my boys,
To the brim we’ll fill our glasses,
We will drink success to the tanners’ wives,
And the blooming Kent Street lasses;
From the Bricklayers’ Arms to London Bridge,
There will be such a bustle,