COME bustle, neighbour Sprig, clap on your hat and wig, In our Sunday clothes so gaily, let us strut up the Old Bailey, O the devil take the rain, we may never go again, See the shows have begun, O rare O! Remember, Mr. Snip, to take care of Mrs. Snip, There’s a little boy from Flanders, and that ’ere’s Master Glanders, Stand aside, and we’ll have a stare, O! How full’s the fair, Lord Mayor, All is flurry, hurry, skurry, Girls squalling, showmen bawling, Cats throwing, trumpets blowing, Rattles springing, monkeys grinning, Rope dancing, horses prancing, Sausage frying, children crying, Dogs of knowledge, come from College, Slack wire, eating fire, Learned pigs of pigmy size, Funny clowns, ups and downs, Round about, all out, What a throng, all along, Politi’s show, all the go, Just in time, that is prime, To enjoy all the fun of the fair, O! (Spoken) Vaulk up, ladies and gentlemen, here’s the vonderful birds and beastesses, just arrived from Bengal in the Vest Indies. Vhy, look marm, at this here beautiful hanimal; no less than two hundred spots on his belly, but no two alike and every vone different; it’s out of the power of any body to describe him. Well, positively, I never saw such a beautiful creature in my life. Did you, Sir? A very fine looking animal, ’pon my soul, mem. Master Showman, how long do you suppose he measures? Vhy! fifteen feet from the snout to the tail, and only twelve feet from the tail to the snout. He lives to the advanced age of one hundred years, grows a inch and a ’arf every hannual year, and never comes to his full growth. Stir him up with the long pole, keeper--only hear how he growls. Here--here--the only booth in the fair for the greatest curiosity in all the known world,--the wonderful and surprising Hottentot Venus is here, who measures three yards and three quarters round her. When the fair is at the full, in gallops a mad bull, Puts the rabble to the rout; lets all the lions out; Down falls Mrs. Snip, with a monkey on her hip, We shall all be swallowed up, I declare, O! Roaring boys, gilded toys, Lolloypps shilling hops, Tumble in, just begin, Cups and balls, wooden walls, Gin and bitters, apple fritters. Pudding nice, penny a slice; Shins of beef, stop thief! A bang up swing, just the thing, A dead dog, amongst the mob, Lost hats, squalling brats, Lost shoes, kangaroos, O, Polly, where’s Molly? Bow-wow, what a row Is kicked up in Bartlemy fair, O!