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Banjo Paterson - Policeman G.
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To 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 ghe gamblers are — up and down the street —
Says he: "What`s the use to be talkin` rot —
If they`d make me a sergeant, I could cop the lot!"
With my ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!

"But, begad 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 disgrace —
On Paddy Nolan`s horse — for the Steeplechase!"
Mush-a-ring-tiy-ah,
Fol-de-diddle-doh!
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