His will was good to do the deed,—
That is, if they’d have let him!
Tow, row, row! tol di ridy, tol di ridy, tow, row, row!
He straightway came from Lambeth side,
And wished the State was undone,
And crossing over Vauxhall Bridge,
That way came into London:
That is, he would have come that way,
To perpetrate his guilt, sirs,
But a little thing prevented him—the bridge it wasn’t built, sirs!