Whatever else may be overthrown;
And let fond hands your each seat refit,
Pit of the Haymarket, Haymarket Pit!
Pit of the Haymarket, beautiful Haymarket Pit!
Truth. Christmas Number, 1884.
(Old Play-goers still remember, with a sigh, that in the palmy days of Buckstone’s management, the Haymarket Pit was the most comfortable in London.)
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing this:—
Beautiful soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!