Have you heard how very cheap the tickets are?
Are you aware, that Lotteries are about to be discontinued, the chancellor of the exchequer having said that the Lottery bill, introduced last session of parliament, should be the last?
I need not direct you to Bish’s, as being the luckiest offices in the kingdom, &c.
“Bish” adventured in the “City Lottery,” a scheme devised for getting rid of the houses in Picket-street, Temple-bar, and Skinner-street, Snow-hill; and on that occasion he favoured the world with the following:—
Freeholds and Fortunes.
By Peter Pun.
Tune.—“Drops of Brandy.”
Dame Fortune is full of her tricks,
And blind, as her portraits reveal, sir;
Then the best way the goddess to fix,
Is by putting a spoke in her wheel, sir:
Her favours the Lott’ry unfolds,
Then the summons to BISH don’t scorn sir;
For, as her cornucopia he holds,
He’s the lad for exalting your horn, sir.
Rum ti iddity, &c.
With poverty who would be known,
And live upon orts in a garret, sir,
Who could get a good house of his own,
And fatten on roast beef and claret, sir!
In the city scheme this you’ll obtain,
At Bish’s, where all folks pell-mell come,
By a ticket a free-hold you’ll gain,
And it cannot be more free than welcome.
Rum ti iddity, &c.
This house, when you once realize it,
Upholders will look sharp as lynxes,
For an order to Egyptianize it,
With catacomb fal lals and sphynxes;
Chairs and tables, a mummy-like crew,
With crocodile grooms of the stole, sir,
Sarcophagus coal-skuttles too,
And at Bish’s you’ll fill them with cole, sir.
Rum ti iddity, &c.