In London, my life is a ring of delight; In frolics, I keep up the day and the night, I snooze at the Hummums till twelve, perhaps later; I rattle the bell, and I roar up the waiter; "Your honour," says he, and he tips me a leg; He brings me my tea, but I swallow an egg; For tea in a morning's a slop I renounce, So I down with a glass of the right cherry bounce. With swearing--tearing! Ranting--jaunting! Slashing--smashing! Smacking--cracking! Rumbling--tumbling! Laughing--quaffing! Smoking--joking! Swagg'ring--stagg'ring! So thoughtless, so knowing, so green, and so mellow! This--this is the life of a frolicsome fellow. My phaeton I mount, and the plebs they all stare, I handle my reins, and my elbows I square; My ponies so plump, and as white as a lily! Through Pallmall I spank it, and up Piccadilly; Till, losing a wheel, egad, down I come, smack! So, at Knightsbridge, I throw myself into a hack, At Tattersal's, fling a leg over my nag; Then visit for dinner, then dress in a bag. With swearing, &c.

Air--Tallyho Monologue from Fontainbleau; a comic opera. In three acts

Rehearse Air--Tallyho's monologue