For if ye want to save yer wives,
Or if ye'd like to lave yer wives,
Or maybe wish to save yer lives!
It's half a crown, come in,
The world will all be dhrownded soon!
We know it be the risin' moon,
A wheel of mist is round her boys,
Come in, an' save yer skin!"
The charge was rather high, an' so they didn't get a sowl to go,
For thin the royal mint was low, an' everyone was poor,