Heigho! says Kemble.
Kind ladies and gentlemen, none of your tricks,
I love seven shillings much better than six,
With my roly, &c.
I do, says manager Kemble.
Then roar’d the gallery, gentle souls,
Heigho! says Kemble;
No private boxes, no pigeon-holes,
We’ll dowse your glims, in a crack, by goles,
With roly, &c.