I found a old handbag
and filled it with lead
I hit a old lady
Right over the head

Along came a copper
and asked me my name
I have him the answer
With a bicycle chain

The judge said sit down boy
and dry up you're tears
You're going to Borstal
for two to three years

I counted the moombeams
I counted the stars
I counted ten thousand
Of those prison bars

If i was the warden
and the warden was me
I'd wake up one morning
and set myself free

But im not the warden
and the wardens not me
so i must remain here
at my Liberty

A few different versions sung at Crystal Palace from 70s to present.