Francis William Lauderdale Adams - A Street Fight lyrics

SIR, we approve your curling lip and nose At this vile sight. These men, these women are 'brute beasts'? — Who knows, Sir, but that you are right? Panders and harlots, rogues and thieves and worse, We are a crew Whose pitiful plunder's honoured in the purse Of gentlemen (like you), Whom holy Competition's taught (like us) 'What's thine is mine!' — How we must love you who have made us thus, You may perhaps divine!