Wave, Riot, thy red banner wave,
And charge with East-end chivalry.
’Tis eve, and all the damage done,
Police stroll up to see the fun,
And from each thousand capture one
Who joined not in the knavery.
Few, few shall smart, tho’ many meet,
And carpenters and glaziers greet
A day dear to South Audley Street,
The famous eighth of February.