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 304 Collectanea.

I was in hell, I was kicked out,

Fried in a pot of stirabout.

And money we want, and money we crave,

And if we don't get money we'll sweep yees all to the grave.

{b) Matthews's Version. 3

Room, room, gallant boys. Give us room to rhyme. We'll show you some activity Coming on to Christmas time. Active young and active age. Such activity was never acted on a stage. And if you don't believe me And give in to what I say, Enter in Prince George And he'll show you play.

Prince George.

Here come I, Prince George, From England I have sprung. Some of those noble deeds and valour to begin. And the same I will avow, And if we don't get cash this night We'll raise a blooming row. English rights and Ireland a nation. Here I draw my shining weapon. Show me the man that dare me stand, I'll cut him down with sword in hand.

Turkish Champion. Yes, here I am, the man who dare you stand, My courage is so great. I fought lords, dukes, and earls. And made their hearts to quake.

Prince George. What are you but a poor silly lad.

^ Matthews could not put a name to the first speaker.