Madame Geneva's

I'm a maker of ballads right pretty

I write? em right here in the street

You can buy them 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

Keepin' the demons at bay

There's nothin' like gin for drownin' them in

But they'll always be back on a hangin' day

On a hangin' day

They come rattlin' 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 turnin' em off at the gallows

She'll be sellin' right under the drop

Boys, sellin' right under the drop

Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's

Keepin' the demons at bay

There's nothin' like gin for drownin? them in

But they'll always be back on a hangin' day

On a hangin' day