’Twas my forefather’s hand
(A jolly long time ago, when the Saxons and Danes was here.)
That placed it near this spot;
(At the bottom of King Street, Cheapside.)
Then, Gladstone, let it stand,
(Till it’s blowed down as well as blowed up.)
Thy Ax should harm it not.
(Ax of Parlement, of course.)
Oft, when a careless child,
(Summut about 17,)