To those who bore the sacks upon their backs,
Within our cellars to deposit them,
That they had better bear their loads away
Seeing I ordered coals, not lumps of slate,
They answered that, if they refused to burn,
They might be useful for a Rockery!
So now they have the shillings, I the coals.
Ag. And having them, we have no household fires.
Cly. What then to do? You sit with idle hands.
Ag. I cannot turn to Wallsend bits of slag.