The Sailor D. (dubiously). D'ye think as we can do it?
The Soldier D. You stick by me, and I will see you through it.
Sit up, and turn your toes out,—don't you loll;
Put on the Man, and drop the bloomin' Doll!
[The Sailor Doll pulls himself together, and rises from chair importantly.
The Sailor D. (in the manner of a Music-hall Chairman)—Ladies, with your kind leave, this gallant gent Will now his military sketch present.
[Miss J. and P. applaud; the Soldier D., after feebly expostulating, is induced to sing.
Song, by the Soldier Doll.
When I used to be displayed
In the Burlington Arcade,
With artillery arrayed
Underneath. Shoulder Hump!