And stop all Sunday trading.
Tho’ the swells they may blow out their kites,
On jellies and tarts, and all things nice,
For the poor to live it is not right,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
With watercresses they must not go round,
Nor with winkles or shrimps to earn a brown,
Or else you will get fined a crown,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
No cat must mew, no dog must bark,