But I don't object to gardings, not a'mossel—t'other quite;
As I've said, a bit of green stuff and a flower is my delight;
I wish London wos more hopen, and more greener, and more gay;
Only people down our Court has got to live as well as play.
If they clears out the arf acre where we huddles orful close,
We must all turn out, that's certain; where we'll turn to, goodness knows;
And it won't be werry spashus, the new "Park" won't, arter all,
With the graveyard railinks one side, and on t'other a blank wall.
Wot we want is decent 'ouses, at a rent as doesn't take
'Arf a cove's poor screw to pay it. That 'a the present landlord's fake!