They’ll stop the warbling of the lark,
And drive them all bang out of the parks,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
The poor may buy potatoes and greens,
That is if they have got the means,
But no coals to cook them, though strange it seems,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
The nobs may call at the pastry shops
And with all sorts of dainties cram their chops,
But the poor must not buy a lollipop,