(Tune
Stoney Batter.)
Fenc.g Masr Ha! ha!—there I had him Carte & Fierce my Blade La! La!—there I bled him— Damme!—See, he's dead. Tol lol lol do
(Tune Tyburn Tree)
Van But: Since 'mong your Friends I have gain'd me a place All who Gallows her vant, vy, I'll presently trace Not you (to Bully) for the Gallows is mark in your Face Vish you can't deny.
(Tune
Finale
1st act
Poor Volcan)
(Hunting
Chorus
Poor Vulcan)
Bully. You Reptile! Scoundrel! Death! Damnation! Say that again, & by my Soul Gard.n. My Garden plan I here unroll Bully. I'll crush to atoms—Damme, Sirrah! French.n. While the Horn shall sound Ta, ran, tan, ta ra Jockey. And Whip & Spur wins you the Bowl.—
Chorus. Tune—"Ballance a Straw"
To Rake.—In us, noble Sir, your best Friends you behold To each other Who will smile in your Face while we pocket your Gold To Rake.—We'll write, -Sing, -Fence, Dance, Fight, Run, hunt,—all for thee (To each Other And plunder him fast as we can agree. Shaking hands.—)
Exeunt.