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Mr. Jack, your address, says the Prompter to me, So I gave him my card — No, that a'nt it, says he; ‘ Tis your public address. Oh! says I, never fear, If address you are bother'd for, only look here.

[ Puts on hat affectedly. Tol de rol lol, & c. With Drurys for sartin we'll never have done, We've built up another, and yet there's but one;

The old one was best, yet I'd say, if I durst, The new one is better — the last is the first. Tol de rol, & c. These pillars are call'd by a Frenchified word,

A something that's jumbled of antique and verd; The boxes may show us some verdant antiques, Some old harridans who beplaster their cheeks. Tol de rol, & c.

Only look how high Tragedy, Comedy, stick, Lest their rivals, the horses, should give them a kick! If you will not descend when our authors beseech ye, You'll stop there for life, for I'm sure they can n't reach ye.

Tol de rol, & c. Each one shilling god within reach of a nod is, And plain are the charms of each gallery goddess - You, Brandy-fac'd Moll, do n't be looking askew,

When I talk'd of a goddess I did n't mean you. Tol de rol, & c. Our stage is so prettily fashion'd for viewing, The whole house can see what the whole house is doing:

‘ Tis just like the Hustings, we kick up a bother; But saying is one thing, and doing's another. Tol de rol, & c. We've many new houses, and some of them rum ones,

But the newest of all is the new House of Commons; ‘ Tis a rickety sort of a bantling, I'm told, It will die of old age when it's seven years old. Tol de rol, & c.

As I do n't know on whom the election will fall, I move in return for returning them all; But for fear Mr. Speaker my meaning should miss, The house that I wish‘ em to sit in is this.

Tol de rol, & c Let us cheer our great Commoner, but for whose aid We all should have gone with short commons to bed; And since he has saved all the fat from the fire,

I move that the house be call'd Whitbread's Entire. Tol de rol, & c.