And shall the system die?
There's 'alf a thousand in our trade
Who'll know the reason why.
Out spake Flash Billy, blithe and bold.
A horse-shoe pin wore he:
"Deposits on a race to 'old
Shall we no more be free?
When we could grasp them in our 'and,
The system used to pay;
For when rum tidings reached the Strand,