If we carn't 'ear the Copper's clumps!
'Ave Bobby's Bluchers passed away?
That there will bust the Burglar's lay!
Wot, silent "Slops"—like evening swells?
It's wus than them electric bells!
No, no! I 'opes, till I am gone,
The Bobby's Boots will still clump on.
Their warnin' sound our bizness soots,
But bust the thought o' Silent Boots!