The East End has never been the same,
not since they took the White Chapel down,
and the 'jago' of long ago, a no-go for the pure of heart,
departed.
No more button factories,
a pox on Hoxton for doing away with them, and what now?
It's all bijou and bistros, god knows why, and god ain't telling.
At my age, I should be smelling the roses
not sat on a park bench pulling faces,
( not like when I could pull girls )
ha
Reverie can go and swing for me up on Highgate Hill,
I'll sit quietly here and take another pill,
Doctor's orders,