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 The swells with cash and the stony-broke

Went off their upper storeys;

Lord love us, what a fine mix-up

Of Bolsheviks and Tories!

What a mix-up it is all round

Of wenches and of brats,

Of young ’uns and of old ’uns too,

Of mongrels and tom-cats!



Stop that, will you? This isn’t a public-house. You just come down from there, or I’ll have to run you in.

[Enter led by.



Don’t be silly, now.



This is insubordination.

[The returns to his place.



Ha, ha!



Ha, ha!



Ha, ha, ha! These kids could learn a thing or two from you. But we shan’t be long now before things get started, I expect.

[Enter and. The stage fills up.]