Come and run the rush is for the Market Square
Some will do the dance while some prefer to stare
But every young and oldster, now, they ought to be there.

:First in two rows
Then with three bows
Then shout four hoes
Before next round goes.

Susan's tripping graceful in her summer shoes,
Peter's running round as if he always loose:
Susan, Peter come and drink your loving juice.

::And I love you so - and you know I know.

Looks as if the fountain-spangles rainbows hold
Young girls' breasts a-flowing, ought to touch `em bold,
Hear the high heels clicking as the music told.

:First in two rows
Then with three bows
Then shout four hoes
Before next round goes.

We'll be clapping as the clapping climax's due,
Some sillies clapping hastily in the meanwhile too,
Seems we'll all be singing if the song ain't new.

:First in two rows
Then with three bows
Then shout four hoes
Before next round goes.

Brewer-bottles, boys collecting penny-holes,
Kinder-garden babies lick their little toes;
Did you hear the ones who shouted five, seven hoes?

:First in two rows
Then with three bows
Then shout four hoes
Before next round goes.

Hear the hashish-smoking hippies, `Hari Om',
If the skies were cloudy we would all go home,
And the market-mongers would well elsewhere roam.

:First in two rows
Then with three bows
Then shout four hoes
Before next round goes.