Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief — if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby’s mouth,
If he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract, but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel,
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground — gets no kicks from little boys:
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung, who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She’s a poor man’s rich girl and she’ll do it for a song.
She’s a rich man stealer, but her favour’s good and strong:
She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate — helps the poor man get along.