A part of the company took to their cards while those fair Philomels, Mrs. Donnellan together with Mrs. Fane, favoured the rest with a song to my Lady Fanny’s harpsichord from “The Beggar’s Opera” that indeed was not inappropriate to this charming talkative society.
’Twas the dialogue song between Lucy and Polly they sung.
Why, how now, Madam Flirt?
If you thus must chatter
And are for flinging dirt,
Let’s see who best can spatter,
Madam Flirt!
Why, how now, saucy jade?
Sure the wench is tipsy!
How can you see me made