[Verse 1]
There's a little place I'm fond of, and it isn't o'er the sea
It isn't what I dream about, or in my memory
I've coldly calculated just precisely where it be
It's in a little place they call "Throgmorton"
[Chorus]
So hold me bears, and tame me bulls
And send them out to graze
But lock the gate behind you, mate
There's thieves about the place
Without me stocks, I'm on the rocks
A beggar in disgrace
Don't let them take me over in Throgmorton
[Verse 2]
I had a friend who met his end, 'twas easy as a pie
He thought he let the shares he bought [?] or to lie
But [?] his broker couldn't quite see eye to eye
And now he's left a beggar in Throgmorton
[Chorus]
So hold me bears, and tame me bulls
And send them out to graze
But lock the gates behind you, mate
There's thieves about the place
I've lost me stocks, I'm on the rocks
The Chronicle's ablaze
They've gone and took me over in Throgmorton