A-burgling of a “shop”
And scattered all around them,
They’d got a golden crop.
And from the office window,
That lonely moonless night
The “swag” they dropped, and grinn’d O!
It was a lovely sight!
“O sleepy slops of London, who crawl about the town,
I think you must be jolly green, for we have done you brown.”
With faces black with sorrow—