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.