Snip Snip Snip
Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip you turn a portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit; and every last watermark just curled up and died and now the king and the queen got a bit on the side. Dont be bloody silly keep away from bloody Billy cause hes shopping all the chopping going down along the valley, and supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure, but its nothing that a bullet in the belly couldnt cure.
Please to put a penny in the young mans hat, then roll em over, roll em over, lay em out flat! Just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks to the hills of Hebden, hell and Halifax, and the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies, got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes where every hot guinea is another hot dinner, with the reverends and the sinners and the weavers and the spinners.