I.

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.