The captain’s a compound of flash and cockade,
Cosmetics, pink powder, with curl carronade,
And his feats are confin’d to box-lobby parade.
O the humbugs, &c.
Now lawyers are licens’d their clients to cheat,
Trading justices equity tread under feet,
And rascally runners all rogu’ry greet.
O the humbugs, &c.
The stage, to amuse us, sings “Fal de Ral Tit,”
With “Che chow cherry chow, and cherry chow chit;”