"The Golgotha of Slumland!" That's a phrase as I am told
Is made use of by a party,—wich that party must be bold,—
In the name of Mister LAZARUS, a good Saint Pancrage gent,
Wot has writ a book on Slumland, and its Landlords, and its Rent.[1]
He's a Member of the "Westry 'Ealth Committee," so it seems,
And the story wot he tells will sound, to some, like 'orrid dreams.
But, lor bless yer! we knows better, and if sech 'cute coves as 'im
Want to ferret hout the facks, they might apply to GINGER JIM.
There's the mischief in these matters; them as knows won't always tell.
Wy, if you want to spot a "screw," or track up a bad smell,