They hung in a bunch
Men, women, young and old;
Over painted, dishevelled
and bold:
'Hey, boss, could you spare
a few coppers? '
'Hey, love, could you spare
a few coppers? '
A daily ritual to raise a few bob
Then off they went to 'biddy their
Gob' from the bottom of Waterloo Street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem