Put it down in the bill Is the fountain of ill,-- This has every shopkeeper undone-- Bazaars never trust, so down with your dust, And help us to diddle all London. (_Song._) * * * * * Oh how I’ve wish’d for some time back To ride to the Bazaar, And I declare the day looks fair Now won’t you go, mamma? For there our friends we’re sure to meet, So let us haste away, My cousins, too, last night told you, They’d all be there to-day. With a “How do you do, Ma’am?” “How are you? How dear the things all are!” Throughout the day You hear them say, At fam’d Soho Bazaar. Some look at this thing, then at that, But vow they’re all too high; “How much is this?”--“Two guineas, miss!” “Oh, I don’t want to _buy_!” Look at these pretty books, my love, I think it soon will rain; There’s Mrs. Howe, I saw her bow, Why don’t you bow again? With a “How do you do. Ma’am?” “How are you? How dear the things all are!” Throughout the day You hear them say, At fam’d Soho Bazaar. Just see that picture on the box, How beautifully done! “It isn’t high, ma’am, won’t you buy? It’s only one pound one.” How pretty all these bonnets look With red and yellow strings; Some here, my dear, don’t go too near, You mustn’t touch the things. With a “How do you do, Ma’am?” “How are you? How dear the things all are!” Throughout the day You hear them say, At fam’d Soho Bazaar. Miss Muggins, have you seen enough? I’m sorry I can’t stay; There’s Mrs. Snooks, how fat she looks She’s coming on this way: Dear madam, give me leave to ask You,--how your husband is?-- Why, Mr. Snooks has lost his looks, He’s got the _rheumatiz_! With a “How do you do. Ma’am?” “How are you? How dear the things all are!” Throughout the day You hear them say, At fam’d Soho Bazaar. “Tom! see that girl, how well she walks But faith, I must confess, I never saw a girl before In such a style of dress.” “Why, really, Jack, I think you’re right, Just let me look a while; (_looking through his glass_) I like her _gait_ at any rate, But don’t quite like her _style_.” With a “How do you do, Ma’am?” “How are you? How dear the things all are!” Throughout the day You hear them say, At fam’d Soho Bazaar.