||Text: If the right one’s a strong ‘un, / You collar the wrong ‘un, / It’s one of the tricks of the trade. / All the members
/ Of the force, / Have a watch / and chain, of course. /You’re the biggest fraud in the force, / and with your lantern in
your hand, / You frighten all the kids / and rob every costers stand, /You sample the gin at the corners, / till your nose
is as red as a beet, / And if they come down with the tanners, / you wink at the rascals who cheat, / You are after all the
cookies, / like any love sick chick, / And when there’s a row a brewing / you scamper away mighty quick.