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Flare up amongst the Lambeth guardians

(41) Flare up amongst the Lambeth guardians

A Flare up amongst the

  Lambeth Guardians

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OH Lambeth is a funny place,
There's somthing up by gingo,
Some men got into sad disgrace,
And has a chance of limbo,
'Tis all about I don't know what
But they have play'd some cappers,
And put their names—oh what a shame
Quite wrong to voting papers.

                 CHORUS

Oh a gallows row, there is just now,
Flare up says Mrs Harding,
So help my bob they'll go to quod,
The bucksom Lambeth Guardians

There is Dick and Bob and the Lambeth
snob
Whose names I will be noting,
Got in a mess, I must confess,
About some funny voting ;
They all got nailed, and sent to Jail,
Although they was so clever
Two gentlemen for mercy cried
And the cobler whistled leather

The paupers all went raving mad,
The dustmen got a prancing
While all the old women in Lambefh wal
Like devils went a dancing,
Thev did declare and loudly swear
The doings was most cruel
Te quod the Lambeth gentlemen,
And give them water gruel

To Lambeth court they did resort,
Led en by Jimmey Sambeth
Two hundred and fifty poor old men,
From every part of Lambeth,
To hear them Jaw about the Law,
So nicely to palaver.
It beat the battle of Inkerman,
Alma and Balaklava.

I beard a snob eailed Lambeth Bob,
Say aint folks devilish hardned,
To make bewail and send to Jail
The bucksom Lambeth Guardians,
Our tender teeth won't bite bull beef
And that you know is cruel ;
Instead of tea, hot skilligolee,
And Jumping water gruel

Pea soup and fat what are you at
We have been to the court house,
And by and by it is no lie,
We'll all go in the workhouse,
It is very sad, they must be mad
Besides they must be hardned
For to impose and bite the nose
Of the Lambeth bucksom guardians

Of all this fun we must be dene
And writing be discarding,
New look at me and advised be
Never be Lambeth Guardians
For if you do you'll surly rue,
And find things very cruel
You will have your fill of prison bill,
And bla ing water gruel

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Paul Printer Great Saint Andrew Street
                    Bloomsbury

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