4th Wife.
You're broke, and reduced to the ranks!
Whack-fal-li, &c.
(Capt. C. seems thunderstruck, grinds his teeth passionately, then strikes his forehead, and sings.)
Air—Capt. C.—("The night before Larey was stretch'd.")
Capt. C.
By St. Patrick, I'm done for, at last!
From a captain come down to a private.
Terry Connor, your glory is past;
A very nice pass to arrive at!