They’re not up to the mark, in the street or the park,
Of the gallant Spe-ci-als.
The Peelers, no doubt, are a stout brigade,
And partial to kitchen stuff;
The Detectives, too, are by no means a do,
But perfectly up to snuff,
For what are they, I should like to know,
When the voice of duty calls,
To the jolly old bricks, who flourish the sticks
Of the Cockney Spe-ci-als?