Therestandsasingerinthestreet，Hehasanaudiencemotleyandmeet；
AbovehimlowerstheLondonnight，Andaroundthelampsareflaringbright。
Hisminstrelsymaybeunchaste-
’Tismuchuntothatmotleytaste，AndloudthelaughterheprovokesFromthosesadslavesofobscenejokes。
ButwoeismanyapasserbyWhoashegoesturnshalfaneye，ToseethehumanformdineThusCirce-wisechangedintoswine!