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Air.To old Sir Simon the king The stronger liquor were drinking, And how can we feel our woes When weve lost the trouble of thinking? [Drinks. Air.Joy to great Cæsar Much bolder with brandy. [Pours out a bumper of brandy. Air.There was an old woman, etc. And my comrades shall see that I die as brave as the best. [Drinks. Air.Did you ever hear of a gallant sailor? Without one tear or tender sigh? Air.Why are mine eyes still flowing Recall my love. Ah! must I die? Air.Green Sleeves I wonder we hant better company Upon Tyburn tree! But gold from law can take out the sting, And if rich men like us were to swing, Twould thin the land such numbers to string Upon Tyburn tree! Enter Jailer Jail.Some friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admitted. I leave you together. [Exit Failer. Enter Ben Budge and Mat of the Mint Mac. For my having broke prison you see, gentlemen, I am ordered for immediate execution. The sheriffs officers, I believe, are now at the door. That that Jemmy Twitcher should peach me I own surprised me. Tis a plain proof that the world is all alike, and that even our gang can no more trust one another than other people. Therefore I beg you, gentlemen, look well to yourselves, for in all probability you may live some months longer. Mat. We are heartily sorry, Captain, for your misfortune but tis what we must all come to. Mac. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are infamous scoundrels. Their lives are as much in your power as yours are in theirs. Remember your dying friend. Tis my last request. Bring those villains to the gallows before you, and I am satisfied. Mat. Well do t. |
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