The streets are paved with mud and death,
The whores have wheezed their dying breath.
With gin and [bad word] and blood and gold,
The grim foundations have their hold.

The babes are blue, their rags are black,
She’ll [bad word] with child strapped to her back.
You lift her skirts and find the key
To lust and sin and misery.

This is the life of a two-penny [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
The gold of youth’s turned foetid brown,
The walls have [bad word] tumbling down.

She drinks for pain, she drinks for glee,
She drinks with the hope it’ll set her free.
With lips a-snarl and eyes rolled back,
The dart will find the Devil’s crack.

[bad word] can weave her spell of lust,
Then cast you face-down in the dust.

This is the life of a two-penny [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
She’ll slit your purse and make you poor,
Then slit your throat at Satan’s door.

This is the life of a two-penny [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
She’ll slit your purse and make you poor,
Then slit your throat at Satan’s door.

This is the life of a two-penny [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] With pox and stench and weeping sore.
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word]