| Gone with his dogsrib now is the penny-shocker |
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| Let me sing the song of the Fronts! Exhort me now to sing |
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| So much for the politics of the Fronts and Backs |
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| Ah well, my One-way, there you have my song |
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| Try and walk backwards: you will quickly see |
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| Ring all bells backward — enter by sally-ports |
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| Oh to be One-way — yet to be said to look |
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| So let us sing the Song of the Fronts! Each day |
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| Are you young Master One-Way? Are you he! |
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| The Tongues of nineteen cantos now have smote |
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