What is to become of all us poor showmen, as has embarked every penny we've got,
In learned pigs, and crocodiles, and sheep with two heads, and wax Thurtells, and what not?
It's werry unfair to make us an exception to the general rule of the nation;
You orts to consider our wested rights, as free-born Britons, and allow us "a compensation."
When you stopp'd the rich West Indy merchants from dealing in poor African niggers,
You allowed them twenty millions of money; and, surely, showing a few hinnocent wax figgers
Aint worse than stealing one's black feller creturs, and carrying 'em off, and treating 'em worse than swine;
And, let me tell you, a lamb with two tails is much more preferabler than a cat with nine.
Oh! dear; oh! dear; what is to become of us all, from Mr. Wombwell down to the penny peeps?
We're wuss off than the poor silenced muffin-men, or the poor unfortynat forbid-to-go-up-the-chimbly sweeps!