(Servant-girl et al. dance "Shoo Fly," and sing:)
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We feel, we feel, we feel, We feel like a young typhoon; We hope, we hope, we hope, We hope you'll be paying soon. |
(Exeunt Servant-girl, et al.)
JENKINS. (Loq.) Well, come soon. Now I must go. I hate to cheat the provider of that seventh-class hash, but I must beat on somebody. Well, let them all come, and devil take the hindmost. I'll pack my valise. (Puts things in his valise. Sings:)
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It's rich that I am, am I not? Just look at the fixings I've got; Here's a brush, here's a comb, Both are for fixing my dome, A tooth-brush and collar, that's all, My baggage's conveniently small. |
JENKINS. (Loq.) That valise is too thin. No landlord would take me on that. It's consumptive-looking. I'll fill it with newspapers. Here, this will do, this triple-sheet Tribune, with Mrs. MCFARLAND'S epistle. That'll fill it. (Shoves paper in valise.) Now for my hat and coat. (Puts them on.) Off I go. (Sings:)
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I'm off, I'm off, I'm off for Long Branch, I'll have a jolly old time, I'll have a jolly old time, I'll bathe in the surf, I'll ride on the turf, Dance with the girls, Steal all their pearls, And have a jolly old time. |
(Exit JENKINS)
Curtain
[Footnote 1: Must not be confounded with "Surf.">[