Chorus. Sing Latherum, whack!—boderation, my Joy, Let Shelah O'Sudds pray now have her employ She'll beat all your Beat'ems but give her fair play While wid Elbows & fists She Lather'd away.
(2.)
Wid your Saving & Soaping you make such a fuss, But you save what is Ours for you steal it from us 'Bout your Beauty & Elegance, always are teizing, By my Soul it's too pleasant, for long to be pleasing. So leave off &c—
(3.)
To destroy our Endeavours to live is't you mean? It's a black, dirty Job, tho' you do it so Clean But a Wipe we must give you; agree, my dear Jewel— And an Irish Shilaleh shall serve as the Towel. So leave off &c
Exeunt—beating him off.
Scene 10th
One O'Clock in The Morning.
Two or More Chairmen playing at All-fours & Singing—