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where relates, that a song was the cause of the French reformation, the excellent actor who performed the part of the President took upon himself the plain song." The whole production has been attributed to James Rivington, " the lying hector of the Royal Gazette," but the only evidence we have to sustain this supposition, is that it was published in his paper, which is certainly very slight.
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Our farce is now finish'd, your sport's at an end, But ere you depart, let the voice of a friend By way of a chorus, the evening crown With a song to the tune of a hey derry down,
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
Old Shakspeare, a poet, who should not be spit on, Altho' he was born in the island called Britain, Hath said that mankind are all players at best, A truth we'll admit of, for sake of the jest.
On this puny stage we've strutted our hour, And have acted our parts to the best of our power; That the farce hath concluded not perfectly well, Was surely the fault of the devil in hell. |
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