Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
You must not buy, but you must starve,
You must not sing, you must not laugh,
So you had better sow your mouth up fast,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
You must not sell, you must not buy,
To earn a crust you must not try,
Nor in the streets lay down and die,
Says the Bill on Sunday trading.
For the poor a fig they do not care,