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| Enshrined in Munn Street Reserve, Millers Point |
The Millers Point mob are we,
the Millers Point mob are we.
We’re always up to mischief,
wherever we might be.
One day in the courtyard a copper said to me,
“If you belong to the Millers Point mob, well come along with me.”
He grabbed me by the collar and tried to run me in,
I lifted up my hairy fist and hit him in the chin.
How many eggs for breakfast, how many eggs for tea?
A loaf of bread as big as your head and a lousy cup of tea.
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Enshrined in Munn Street Reserve, Millers Point
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