(As the curtain falls they have all three climbed out of window.)
Curtain.
ACT FOUR.
(A forest. A small inn at left. Plunket and several of his farm hands discovered sitting at table. Plunket rises and sings his song, the men joining in chorus.)
[No. 13.]
Plun. Come, can you tell me, read me the riddle,
What to our lordly British name
Gives power and fame—Come, say?
Ha, 'tis old porter, brown and stout,
None that is like it round about,
The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide,
In porter's power, whatever betide.
Yes, hurrah, hurrah for old English ale,
The friend in need who can never fail,
Hurrah,—tra, la, la, la, la, la!
Listen my lads and tell me truly
What in our land you most do prize?
What's worth your eyes? Come, say?
Ho! 'tis your nut-brown foaming beer,
See how it heaps the beaker here—
The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, in porter's power, whatever betide.
Cho. Yes, hurrah! hurrah for the old English ale, etc.