As I was sat by the Ave Maria ...
Sheila Jones writes:
Is there a poem as follows or did my father make it up? (He came down to London from Scotland in the 1920s and was fascinated by and loved the Cockney slang)
As I was sat by the Ave Maria
Warming my Plates of Meat
There came a knock on the Rory O'Moore
That made my Raspberry beat
Can't find it via Google!