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'Twas in the felon's dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue; His voice with grief was broken, and his nose was broken, too; He muttered, as that broken nose he wiped upon his cap-- 'It's orfal when the p'leece has got a derry on a chap.
'I am a honest workin' cove, as any bloke can see, 'It's just because the p'leece has got a derry, sir, on me; 'Oh, yes, the legal gents can grin, I say it ain't no joke-- 'It's cruel when the p'leece has got a derry on a bloke.'