The greater the pile of swag, you've made,
The fewer the blanks, you'll draw,
From the lottery wheel, of the English bench,
In the name, of the English law.
It's merely a mode, of paying yourself,
In advance, a liberal wage,
For the government work, you'll have to do,
In the broad-arrow-branded stage.
Say thirty thousands of pounds, you filch,
Five years, is the time you'll do,