Now we have thread-drifted on to songs to tune of There·Is·A·Happy·Land, I recall that the late Robin Hall, when he first came to London in 1956 with his stock of Glasgow children's street ballads {e.g. Ye Cannae Shove Your Granny Off A Bus}, used to sing one that went

There is a happy land
Down in Duke Street Jail
Where all the convicts stand
With their mops and pails
Ham and eggs you'll never see
Dirty water to your tea
Here we live in misery
Down in Duke Street Jail