To keep on the Haymarket P. I. T.”
The green baize rose to the prompter’s bell,
But the hubbub that followed no words can tell;
Shriek and whistle and howl and yell,
Like fiends let loose from the nethermost ——L.
“P. I. T! P. I. T!
That’s the place whence the play we’d see.
Ban-croft! Ban-croft!!”
(’Twas thus they shouted from high aloft)—
“Upper circles for us? Pooh! Bah!