Nellie Simmons sells her meat,
To the sailors, very cheap,
You'll find her at the London Docks,
Sucking able seamen's cocks.
Nellie Simmons died of pox,
They put her body in a box,
They buried Nellie near the docks,
Poor old Nellie Simmons.
The navy came to Nellie's door,
The sailors screwed her by the score,
They had the clap, they had the syph,
Two months later Nell was stiff.
Now Nellie's dead and buried deep,
Her body lies in Regent Street,
Her tits hang on the city wall,
And her pussy's pickled in alcohol.