A Legend of the Haymarket.
Bancroft the manager sits in his chair,
With a gloomy brow and dissatisfied air,
And he says as he slaps his hand on his knee,
“I mean to abolish the P. I. T.
The P. I. T. of the Hay-mar-ket,
When turned into stalls, will be nightly let
For a sum that I own will be pleasant to get;
And all will agree
’Twould be ruin to me