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194 Against this minion of this Crown
 * The swelling murmurs grew—

From Camberwell to Kentish Town—
 * From Rotherhithe to Kew.

Still humoured he his wagsome turn,
 * And fed in various ways

The coward rage that dared to burn
 * But did not dare to blaze.

Still, Retribution has her day
 * Although her flight is slow,

One day that Crusher lost his way
 * Near Poland Street, Soho.

The haughty boy, too proud to ask,
 * To find his way resolved,

And in the tangle of his task
 * Got more and more involved.

The Men of London, overjoyed,
 * Came there to jeer their foe—

And flocking crowds completely cloyed
 * The mazes of Soho.

The news, on telegraphic wires,
 * Sped swiftly o'er the lea,

Excursion trains from distant shires
 * Brought myriads to see.