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THE THEATRE ON A BENEFIT NIGHT.
IHE THEATRE ON A BENEFIT NIGHT |
Or, the Bowery Third Tier.
Air—" Paddy's Curiosity-Shop."
Mr. Blubbs is my name, you must know,
And I'm a genteel sort of man; A nioe little wife I have got,
Whom I always treat when I can. To the theatre we went 'tother night—
'Twas a benefit night, d'ye see; A rich treat I thought we should have,
And so thought my sweet Mrs. B.
There's a small chauce of seeing the sights, It's a fact, as my song it will show,
To those who on benefit nights To the Bowery Theatre will go.
'Twas six when our lodgings we left,
And to the theatre we went; But the crowd there it soon got so great,
All manner of shapes we were bent. At length up the stairs we were crammed -
Some joked, and called it a spree, To see how my limbs they were jammed,
In protecting my dear Mrs. B.
There's a small chance, etc.
In the third tier we quickly were poked;
Of our purses we both soon were eased; "We were stuck 'mongst a lot of fast ladies,
Who seemed to act just as they pleased. The place was so dreadfully hot,
With myself, 'gad, it didn't agree; It soon made me awfully sick,
And so it made poor Mrs. B.
There's a small chance, etc 2*