And quacks of all sorts to heal our complaints;
So now we can ride to Hell in our pride,
On Railroads of sin with blue Devils inside.
Old Swilltub the doctor and guard of the Trains,
He filches your pockets and fuddles your brains;
But when he’s got all from the poor silly man,
He then sends him home to do as he can,
With all his old chums, his badgers and bums,
Who sue him for money he owes in great sums.
But let us not ride on these Railroads of sin,