You’re a guzzlin’ champagne in your clubs.
“Go and ’ang yerself—d’yer—did ye ’ear me?
Why you ain’t fit to live with my moke!
Mr. Stead says the toffs is all cut-throats and toffs,
Go and bust yerself—go an’ eat coke!”
A hero has spoken, as valiant
A fellow as ever broke bread—
As fly as a cop. He could hammer a slop,
And then do his “month’s hard” on his head.
He’s a thorough-blown hero, I tell you