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Pigfern and Scabious:

"We're Tigers of the Truncheon."

(Air (if any); "Ever so Goosey.")

We're tigers of the truncheon—
We're lions of the law—
We keep the state in awder—
By keeping it in awe.
How do you feel when they call you "Man of Steel"?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!
How do you feel with your mas-cu-line appeal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!
In your martial pride,
Marching down the street,
Simply overwhelming
Every girl you meet,
How do you feel when a maiden's heart you steal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!

Of course we use discretion—
You mustn't call it fear—
And like the little sunbeams—
At night we disappear.

How would you feel if you saw a glint of steel?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!
How would you feel if you heard a strangled squeal?
Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!

Unfamiliar street,
Ghostly hour of night,
Darkness full of noises,
Not a soul in sight,

How would you feel with a Murd'rer on your heel?
Oh! Ever so goosey, goosey, goosey!!!