To the gin shop you can cut away
And get blind drunk upon that day,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
And by and bye, if you have got the tin, sir,
To raise a baked joint for your dinner,
They’ll say, drop that dish, you hungry sinner,
Don’t you know it’s Sunday trading?
If your wife should be in the family-way,
She must not be confined upon Sunday,
But put it off till another day,