SOMETIMES ON A WINTER'S NIGHT, A TRAVELLING FAIR WILL

BRIGHTEN THE MARKET PLACE WITH ITS LIGHTS AND MUSIC.

"GOOD-DAY", SAID 'E, "GOOD-DAY", SAID I; "AN' 'OW D'YOU FIND THINGS GO,

AN' WHAT'S THE CHANCE OF MILLIONS WHEN YOU RUNS A TRAVELLIN' SHOW?"

"I FIND," SAYS 'E, "THINGS VERY MUCH AS 'OW I'VE ALWAYS FOUND,

FOR MOSTLY THEY GOES UP AND DOWN, OR ELSE GOES ROUND AND ROUND."

SAID 'E, "THE JOB'S THE VERY SPIT OF WHAT IT ALWAYS WERE,

IT'S BREAD AND BUTTER MOSTLY WHEN THE DOG DON'T CATCH A 'ARE;

BUT LOOKIN' AT IT BROAD AND WHILE IT AIN'T NO MERCHANT KINGS,

WHAT'S LOST UPON THE ROUNDABOUTS, WE PULLS UP ON THE SWINGS!"