To Policeman G. the Inspector said: br "When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head; br If you took a wager, that would be a sin; br So you'll earn no stripes if you run them in." br Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, br Fol-de-diddle-doh! br To the House Committee, the Inspector said: br "'Tis a terrible thing how the gamblers spread, br For they bet on the steeple, and they bet on the Cup, br And the magistrates won't lock them up." br Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah, br Fol-de-diddle-doh! br br But Policeman G., as he walks his beat, br Where ghe gamblers are -- up and down the street -- br Says he: "What's the use to be talkin' rot -- br If they'd make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!" br With my ring-tiy-ah, br Fol-de-diddle-doh! br br "But, begad if you start to suppress the 'shop', br Then the divil only knows where you're going to stop; br For the rich and the poor, they would raise a din, br If at Randwick I ran fifty thousand in.