See, the gamblers are fighting; go in!—go in!
They've kicked up a "shindy," go in!
And during the brawl they'll break many a stall,
Besides picking pockets, go in!—go in!
Now play all you know; go in!
Just notice those stalls; oh dear—oh dear;
They say, "that's the ticket," oh dear;
Tho' they cut such a dash, they sell nothing but trash,
Mere gingerbread make, oh dear, oh dear;
The things that you buy are, oh dear!
We've seen quite enough, I guess—I guess,
To shew us the stuff, I guess,
Of which this world's made, shows, gambling or trade,
All, all are engaged in, I guess—I guess;
Not one is exempt, I guess!
And now for a finish; shut up—shut up;
May our troubles diminish; shut up;
And while in this fair, may each one prepare
For another and better; shut up—shut up;
When the time shall arrive to shut up!
