Aye, and all the way from Cotton’s Wharf
To the Elephant and Castle.
Put the right man in the right place,
Keep out the aristocratic sodger
Tell old Waterlow it is no go—
It is victory and Odger;
The working men must have a friend,
Who against tyranny is clever,
With heart and glee, sing liberty,
Odger, my lads, for ever.