Cries, “there goes the cove that burked the poor child.”
Oh, the poor vorkhouse boy, &c.
At length the soup-coppers repairs did need,
The copper-smith came, and there he seed;
A dollop of bones lay grizzling there,
In the legs of the breeches the boy did vear;
To gain his fill the boy did stoop,
And, dreadful to tell, he vos boiled in the soup!
And ve all of us say it, and say with a sneer,
That he vos pushed in by the overseer!