“No. 109.—King John in a Cocked Hat, or Heigh Ho says Kemble.—A Parody on the famous Grimaldian Song, called "the Frog in the Opera Hat.'

        (Morning Chronicle, Nov. 7, 1809.)

John Kemble he would an acting go,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
He rais'd the price which he thought too low,
Whether the public would let him or no;
                With his roly-poly, gammon, and spinnage,
        And ho! says manager Kemble.

The mob at the door made a mighty din,
Heigho! says Kemble,
They dash'd like devils thro' thick and thin,
And over the benches came tumbling in,
                With their roly, &c.
        'Twill do says manager Kemble.

Soon as they pass'd Bill Shakspeare's hall,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
They thought the lobbies were much too small,
So they gave a loud roar and they gave a loud bawl,
                With roly, &c.
        Hollo! says manager Kemble.

“Pray what do you want (in a sort of a huff)
        Heigho! says Kemble;
Says Mr. Leigh.—"Nonsensical stuff,
Pho! none of your gammon, you know well enough.
                With your roly, &c.
        You do, great manager Kemble."

He held by the tip his opera-hat,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
"Indeed the concern's as poor as a rat;"
Says Bull, "No dam'me, we won't stand that,"
                With our roly, &c.
        'Twon't do, great manager Kemble.

He folded his arms, in a sad nonplus,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
With Queen Anne's prices he made a fuss,
Says Bull, "What the devil's Queen Anne to us,"
                With roly, &c.
        'Twon't do, great manager Kemble.

He swore to himself an oath, by Styx,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
Kind ladies and gentlemen, none of your tricks,
I love seven shillings much better than six,
                With my roly, &c.
        I do, says manager Kemble.

Then roar'd the gallery, gentle souls,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
No private boxes, no pigeon-holes,
We'll dowse your glims,* in a crack, by goles,
                With roly, &c.
        No, don't, says manager Kemble.

I can't those private boxes rob,
        Heigho! says Kemble;
With Lord O'Straddle† I drink hob and nob,
And Tm hand and glove with my Lord Thingumbob;‡
                With his roly-poly, gammon, and spinnage,
        Goodnight! says manager Kemble.

* Put out the Lights        † L—d B-y-m-e.        ‡ D-e N—f.
[The Covent Garden Journal, Stockdale, ed., 1810, pp.663-665]

Old Price Riots

And yes, same Kemble family, if the name rings a bell.