The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
Oh it's what it is it's what it is ... now