Mace. Now then, strike up, my beauty!
Bob. Aye, aye, pull it out, my pink!
[Comic Characteristic Reel by all the Characters; who, under the influence of All Max, at last reel off.]
Poor Logic in the Fleet Prison.
| All in the Fleet poor Logic’s moor’d His swaggering’s now at an end! And Tom and Jerry are gone on board, Their friendly assistance to lend. Now, all their sprees and gambols are closed For Logic has vow’d and swore When he’s from Limbo safe loosed, He’ll marry——and rake no more. |
SCENE.—Interior of Whistling Shop; Master and Mistress of Whistling Shop—Racket players—Poor Tradesman, Smuggler, and Debtors discovered.
CHORUS.—(Omnes).
All in the fleet we’re safely moor’d,
But while we’ve trusty pals on board,
Law may to
The devil go;
Then, brother Debtors, sport and play.
Let tempests whistle as they will,
Our Whistling Shops will drown them still;
A yard of tape
Will prove the Cape.
And drive each thought of care away,
Tol de rol.
Enter TURNKEY and LOGIC.