His supers and his cavalry; and bright
The gas blazed o’er tall women and loud men.
The audience waited happily, and when
The orchestra broke forth with brazen swell,
Apples were sold for most extensive gain;
And ginger beer popped merrily as well!—
But hush! hark! what’s that noise, just like our parlour bell?
Did ye not hear it?—No, sir!—Never mind,
P’haps it was the Atlas bus to Oxford Street.
Strike up, you fiddlers! Now, young feller, mind!