Not a penny there’s to pay!
’Tis high-sounding names we want,
As decoy-ducks for our plant:
Names to draw the public in,
Place our shares, and sack their tin.
Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,—
From the West-End, come and try!
Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,—
Of the City why fight shy?
With shares for the taking, if you please,