The Street of the Outcasts. A song lyric

I squat in the gutters of London

And beg from the folk passing by

They smile to hide they don't like me

But I'm numb and smoke dims my eyes

The smoke and the strong ale inside me

Help me forget who I am

Just one of the drifters in London

Who sleeps wherever he can

Chorus

I live in the street of the outcasts

I live in this street without hope

I aint got no morals worth counting

And I'd sleep with bag Annie for dope 

I can't read or write or speak proper

But a tramp who has settled near me

He had a fine education

I think he has a degree

But his learnin'  helps him no-how

He still sleeps in shop fronts for free

And he'll argue the toss over ten pence

The price of a warm cup-of- tea

Chorus

Now one day a warm hearted lady

Took me to her fancy pad

She bathed, dressed and fed me

And said I didn't look bad

She promised a new beginning

I'd leave the old life behind

But pretty soon I got restless

And robbed her of all I could find

Now maybe one day you will find me

A holding out my hand

The grin on my face might deceive you

That I'm not one of the dammed

The nights are cold and my bones ache

My chest is wheezy and tight

I'm one of the outcasts of London

Who hasn't the bottle to fight

Chorus 

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