Mr. Jack, your address, says the Prompter to me,
So I gave him my card—no, that a'nt it, says he;
'Tis your public address. Oh! says I, never fear,
If address you are bother'd for, only look here.
[Puts on hat affectedly.
Tol de rol lol, &c.
II.
With Drury's for sartin we'll never have done,
We've built up another, and yet there's but one;