He round the corner hurries when the sparkling piece is o’er,
To see his favourite Beauties coming out by the stage-door;
He will jostle with his fellows to obtain a smile—nay, more,
To simply stare at her he’s seen some hundred times before,
Like a fine Young London Gentleman,
Quite of the present style.
He will hie him off to Hurlingham to join the dove battue;
He will “plank his pieces” down to join in battle with the Jew;
He will seek the same antagonist his “paper” to renew,
When he’s had the bank at baccarat, or “lost the quids” at loo,