CHEER! BOYS, CHEER!
Cheer! boys, cheer! no more of imposition,
Cabs at true fares shall bear us on our way;
Mayne's smart police shall show the proper tariff,
Telling us exactly what we have to pay.
So farewell, fraud—much as we've endured thee,
We'll let alone what may have gone before,
Why should we growl at having paid back carriage,
We shall not have to pay it any more.
Cheer! boys, cheer! for Punch and Mr. Fitzroy,
Cheer! boys, cheer! for Punch is our right hand;
Cheer! boys, cheer! there's fruit of Fitzroy's labour,
Cheer! boys, cheer! for the new Improved Cab Stand.
Cheer! boys, cheer! no wind is on us blowing,
Through broken panes upon our neck and chest,
This horse can go the distance we are going,
By over work he is no more opprest;
Once we had cabs—than hencoops scarcely better—
Through open spaces letting in the rain;
Now, ours shall be the clean and well-built carriage,
And at a price as moderate again.
Cheer! boys, cheer! &c.