And the peelers stood watching them out on the town.
“Oh, we don’t want no vork, ’cos ve goes on the cheap,
We prigs all ve can, though but little we keep,
And we are the boys for boning.”
Three bob-hobbies sat by the station fire,
And to trim these scamps they a plan laid down;
They looked very sly, but may need to look slyer,
For these night-hawks were old ’uns at doing ’em brown.
“Oh, vhen ve vork honest folks are asleep,
And in their strong boxes ve takes a sly peep,