Limehouse, the dregs is like a slum in hell,

Shivering lascars shuffle they are not well,

Others hugging the shadows in the black of the night,

As Chinamen, masked appeared from the dark into the light.

In Limehouse, life is cheap, there is no romance or grace,

There is only squallor, terror the frightened in this place,

The pathos of the slums, the people and the poor,

The odds and ends of humanity their home is the floor.

So why has this place fallen into a bitter acrid slum,

It was the laws made against the use of opium.