So pay attention to my song,
And quick-el-ly shall appear,
How innocently, all along,
I vos in-weigle-ed here.
One night, returnin home to bed,
I walk’d through Pim-li-co,
And, twigging of the Palass, sed,
“I’m Jones and In-i-go.”
But afore I could get out, my boys
Pollise-man 20 A,