Sing hey, the friendly Monarch,
The much-respected Monarch,
Our best of foreign relatives, the Czar.
Second Person of Quality (Con furia).
My Lord, we give you fair and timely warning—
Sing hey, the Tory criminal you are!—
We’ll talk to the Electors, one fine morning,
About the ill-used Afghan, and the Czar.
(Lagrimando.)
’Bout the poor ill-usèd Afghan,