I.
At the play among loungers and doxies you’re cramm’d,
To hear wretched stuff that has just not been damn’d;
Take cold with your back ’gainst an open door box,
Get a crick in the neck, and a c⸺ full of p—x!
II.
Sublime your sensations, arise, when you hear
The codless Italian, with pipe shrill and clear;
But we in the country, whom cocknies call clods,
All glory in raising our pipes with our—c⸺ds.