(I. Anderson)

[Originally by Jethro Tull]



Who would be a poor man a beggerman, a thief

if he had a rich man in his hand

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

She 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 gray

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's stealer but her favour's good and strong

She's the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along