(Signing to a sallow gentleman on the
same side of the table to send up the
brandy bowl.)
"Pass round the bingo,—of a gun,
You musky, dusky, husky son!"
(The sallow gentleman, in a hoarse
voice,)
"Attie—the bingo's now with me,
I can't resign it yet, d'ye see!"
(Attie seizing the bowl,)
"Resign, resign it—cease your dust!"
(Wresting it away, and fiercely
regarding the sallow gentleman.)
You have resign'd it—and you must.
CHORUS.
You have resign'd it, and you must!"
While the chorus, laughing at the discomfited tippler, yelled forth the emphatic words of the heroic Attie, that personage emptied the brandy at a draught, resumed his pipe, and in as few words as possible, called on Bagshot for a song. The excellent old highwayman, with great diffidence, obeyed the request, cleared his throat, and struck off with a ditty somewhat to the tune of "The Old Woman."
