Wild. He's off, he's sound--he may sleep sounder soon--would Michael Howe here. I have a weight upon my mind,--Stephen! let me not think of him--Agatha, too, I must drive away these thoughts-- AIR.--"For 'tis now." I am a brisk and sprightly blade, And always in the ale house bozing; The landlady proves kind to me While the landlord he is soundly snoozing. Tow! row ! row! Take me, while I'm in the humour; For tis NOW! [While this is singing, Bes-ni-long, & conceal themselves in the chests, &C. about the room; .... November 30, 1831, "Drama of Van Diemen's Land", page 3, Colonial Times (Hobart, Tasmania, Australia). See here: https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/8646188# Far right column, 1/3 of the way down the page.
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