Show me the nectar juice
that flows from limeys in Lime house
where vagrants and charlatans griped by lime fever
are brewing hemlock wine in stolen silver chalice for town criers
in  ***** battles with the Moors King who has taken their birth right

Show me the erudite minds
etching gainful prospects in thieving
and with bagfuls of Mrs Jones's and Mr Meyers trinkets looted
now at rest at the alehouse with red faces hogging inanimateness
proclaiming that those that toil and earn honestly are greedy leeches

Show me the sinners
in these streets paved with gold and silver
they that would stand up and dare say you thieves are wrong
as in the underworld of the underground wrongs are always right
in veins of thieves and bad 'uns  blood runs with crow-bars and lies

So please show me, I beg
how a good earnest and honest soul
will be left un-bothered, praised for worthiness and good grace
Nay, nay nay such soul would be stretched, hung and so quartered
as the mob of stained and ***** sheep run amok making bars bans black saint

Hurray, hurray.....