RECITATIVE.
His fellow guard, of right Hibernian clay,
Whose brazen front his country did betray,
From Tyburn's fatal tree had hither fled,
By honest means to get his daily bread:
Soon as the well-known prospect he espy'd,
In blubb'ring accents dolefully he cried:
AIR.
Sweet beef that now causes my stomach to rise,
Sweet beef that now causes my stomach to rise,