Madame Geneva's

I'm a maker of ballads right pretty
I write theme right here in the street
You can buy theme all over the city
Yours for a penny a sheet
I'm a word pecker out of the printers
Out of the dens of Gin Lane
I'll write up a scene on a counter
– confessions and sins in the main
Boys confession and sins in the main

Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keeping the demons at bay
There's nothing like gin for drowning them in
But they'll always be back on a hanging day

They come rattling over the cobbles
They sit on their coffins of black
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
Top-heavy on brandy or sack
The pews are all full of fine fellows
And the hawker has set up her shop
As they're turning them at the gallows
She'll be selling right under the drop
Boys selling right under the drop

Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keeping the demons at bay
There's nothing like gin for drowning them in
But they'll always be back on a hanging day