The curtain rose up, and faith Rolla walk'd in, But Rolla roar'd out—I'll be d-'d if I budge! Now all in the dumps was poor Rolla, and why? Faith Cora had swore an old maid she would die, So Rolla retired to a cave all alone, In comfort and peace there to fret and bemoan. Alonzo, more wise, and in love too as deep, Now quickly the earth had a big ague fit, Amidst all this rocking, poor Cora ran out, And down faith she dropp'din Alonzo's fond arms. "For you," cried the Spaniard, "I'll venture my life;" Away then he took her, and made her his wife. Brave Rolla immediately quitted his cave, He call'd on the Spaniard the fair to resign, Oh, faith, the young lovers in judgment they call, A fine botheration 'bout nothing at all! They talk'd of the sun too, but any bosstoun, Would think by their talk 'twas the full of the moon. At length all the priests and the virgins arrive, Her husband, and father, the judge too proclaims, But Rolla bounc'd in, and his sword having waved, He swore to the king all their lives should be saved; Then told the high-priest, and he told true enough, That all he had said was a d―d pack of stuff. The king's eyes were open'd when Rolla he saw, But what is most strange, now Alonzo, the spouse, Now blessings on Rolla, is all I've to add, Be blest with a Rolla to give his advice. THADY'S DESCRIPTION OF THE HOBBIES. A SONG. Tune-The same as the foregoing. Sung at the Theatre Royal Haymarket. MYSELF at the Haymarket play-house one night, Was told by a person in diamonds all bright, There was not a man, whether woman or child, Who had not his hobby, for so it was styled. And a hobby, dear joy, That is a toy, A plaything for every hobble-de-hoy! The courtier, the statesman, the buck and the belle Och! all have their hobbies, as faith we know well; The fop has his hobby, and, judging from thence, Och! money's the hobby with every one now, 4 And a hobby, &c. With rhino in plenty, long life to the blade, An Irishman's hobby is—what do you think? And a hobby, &c. |