What ’ave I got to say, Mr. Beak, about the row last night,
When I knocked the peeler down twice? Well, it was just a fight
For liberty for me, sir—me an’ me old dawg Jack;
The bobby tried to cop ’im, and I put ’im on ’is back.
I tried to fight ’im fair, sir, but ’e pulled ’is trunchin out
To brain my dear old dawg with, an’ the people round about
Cried “Shame!” but it ony made him madder like, yer see,
And then ’twas a matter ’o fists for to set my old dawg free.
Why did I fight for a dawg so an’ try to injer the perlice?
Well, cos if they ’ad took ’im I’d ’ave never ’ad no peace.