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The curtain rose up, and faith Rolla walk'd in,
A priest kindly told him he look'd very thin,
And begg'd home again to his friends he wou'd
trudge,

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,
Remain'd on the spot at dear Cora to peep,
And with his sly peeping-Oh, faith it appears,
The virgin and he fell in love head and ears!

Now quickly the earth had a big ague fit,
"Twas lucky for Pat that he wasn't in the pit;
Such shaking and quaking, so strange and so odd,
The trees, by the powers, went niddety nod!

Amidst all this rocking, poor Cora ran out,
The walls of the temple then tumbled about!"
The crackers, Oh dear! fill'd the maid with
alarms,

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.
Meanwhile to complain all the virgins began,
Because their chaste sister had look'd ou a man.

Brave Rolla immediately quitted his cave,
In hopes his dear Cora from danger to save;
But hearing Alonzo the virgin had got,
He look'd like a fool, and was off like a shot.

He call'd on the Spaniard the fair to resign,
The Spaniard replied, " Sir, the lady is mine."
This Cora confirm'd, then said Rolla, " Oh, well,
"To make you both happy, I'll now go to hell."

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,
Poor Cora is doom'd to be buried alive!

Her husband, and father, the judge too proclaims,
Must both, fire and faggots! be toss'd into flames!

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,
He took his advice, and he broke the vile law;
The music struck up, Oh be joyful to sing,
And down fell the curtain with prayers for the
king.

But what is most strange, now Alonzo, the spouse,
Came forward, and, after a few pretty bows,
He said that the Virgin next night should appear,
Which, as she was married, I thought rather queer.

Now blessings on Rolla, is all I've to add,
'Twas well that the king such a minister had.
May majesty always in cases so nice,

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,
A plentiful want of good manners and sense!
And a hobby, &c.

Och! money's the hobby with every one now,
The courtier for this makes the statesman a bow
The soldier fights for it in Spain, and elsewhere,
The fiddler plays for it his Robin Adair,

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And a hobby, &c.

With rhino in plenty, long life to the blade,
Who makes it his hobby to do good for trade;
And pays ready money to cut a fine show,
May he, like a game cock, for ever then crow!
And a hobby, &c.

An Irishman's hobby is—what do you think?
Why, love to be sure, and good whisky to drink,
A sup in the head gives such life to the heel,
That if he cant jig it, he'll tip you a reel.

And a hobby, &c.

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