I'm Jack, perhaps you've heard of me
Jack, you've had word of me
Look at my scar, biters rats are
Tearing great slivers of flesh
They've gnawed, they've gnawed through my breeches and now I'm feeling depressed
My uniform's pledged, yes my shame's fully fledged
Without waistcoat and coat I'm undressed.
I'm Jack the Ratcatcher wiv my traps I ketch a
Sparrer, a mole or a rat.
I'm the Rat destroyer to good Queen Victoria
Look, 'ere is my famous polecat;
'Ere's Polly the ferret, unequalled in merit
Both of them first-raters at rats; 'ere's my parrot,
I'm Jack, Jack, yes I'm Mister Black,
Called the Battersea Otter down 'ere
Cause I fish the Black Sea wivout lines or nets, see
I'm Jack the Ratcatcher, my dear.