Martin Samuel goes pop

Up and down the City Road,
In and out The Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the Weasel.
 
Every night when I go out,
The Monkey’s on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off,
Pop goes the Weasel.
 
All around the cobbler’s bench,
The Monkey chased the Weasel,
The Preacher kissed the cobbler’s wife,
Pop goes the Weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
Another for a needle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the Weasel.
 
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