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.