To thee Batterthea Park, ath wath onth all
kid-cwicket and kith-in-the ring,
Now the pet-pitch of thwell lydy thyclists!"
"It shows yer," I sez, "'ow things move.
From hansoms and bus-tops to bikes! Oh,
the lydies must keep on the shove.
"They borrow their barnies from hus, arter all,
Lil. Toffs want a new lark,
So they straddle the bike ah lah Brixton, and
tumble to Battersea Park.