Says Bull, “No dam’me, we won’t stand that,”
With our roly, &c.
’Twon’t do, great manager Kemble.
He folded his arms, in a sad nonplus,
Heigho! says Kemble;
With Queen Anne’s prices he made a fuss,
Says Bull, “what the devil’s Queen Anne to us,”
With roly, &c.
’Twon’t do, great manager Kemble.
He swore to himself an oath, by Styx,