Any factory lass that has a child until she is married really,
Must serve twelve months in ———— or else in the New Bailey.
If any landlord call for rent upon a Monday morning,
His tenants shall be authorised without a moment’s warning
To strip him naked to the skin in any sort of weather,
Daub him with tar from head to foot, and cover him with feathers.
And Scotchmen, too, mark what I say, you may roll in soot and cinders,
And after that take him up stairs, and throw him through the windows,
They will take the duty off the gin, and clap it on the mussels,
And lay an extra shilling on the gutta-percha bustles.