To think their nose bags will have more corn and chaff in,
And cock up their noses as by us they’re passing,
Saying, what do you think of our Flags?
The phillibeloo of the Cab-strike, I’ll never forget ye,
Nor who brought out the Badge, oh no, what a pity?
Or the Cabman’s best friend, poor lamented dear Dickey,
But he never thought of the Flags!
They must mount their banners up in the air, sir,
Nor stir from the rank till hail’d by a fare, sir,
And dub up their Tickets, its true I declare, sir,