MEDLEY.
Air, Bow Wow.
Silence, humbugs all, and I’ll sing you a merry song;
Like our lives, ’tis a medley, neither short nor very long;
I mean plainly to prove, that in high and low station,
Hub, bub, bub, bub, boo, is the business of the nation.
Hub, bub, boo, fal, lal, &c.
As late from the hall Hurlow Thrumbo came growling,
A carman’s great dog at his coach set up howling;
Enrag’d with the brute, Hurlow let down the glass, sir,