While The Billy BoilsSearchTo Policeman G. the Inspector said:“When you pass the ‘shops’ you must turn your head;If you took a wager, that would be a sin;So you’ll earn no stripes if you run them in.”Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,Fol-de-diddle-doh!
To the House Committee, the Inspector said:“’Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread,For they bet on the Steeple, and they bet on the Cup,And the magistrates won’t lock them up.”Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,Fol-de-diddle-doh!
But Policeman G., as he walks his beat,Where the gamblers are—up and down the street—Says he: “What’s the use to be talkin’ rotIf they’d make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!”With my ring-tiy-ah,Fol-de-diddle-doh!
“But, bedad if you start to suppress the ‘shop’,Then the divil only knows where you’re going to stop;For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din,If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in.”Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,Fol-de-diddle-doh!
“Though ye must not box—nor shpit—nor bet,I’ll find my way out to Randwick yet;For I’m shtandin’ a pound—and it’s no disgraceOn Paddy Nolan’s horse—for the Steeplechase!”Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,Fol-de-diddle-doh!