Hollo! says manager Kemble.
Pray what do you want? (in a sort of a huff)
Heigho! says Kemble;
Says Mr. Leigh—“Nonsensical stuff,
Pho, none of your gammon, you know well enough.
With your roly, &c.
You do, great manager Kemble;
He held by the tip his opera-hat,
Heigho! says Kemble;
“Indeed the concern’s as poor as a rat;”