[Ladies:]
What's the matter?
What a clatter,
What a use of tongue and lung!
It's disgraceful!
Here's the place full
Of the greatest rogues unhung!
Pray be quiet,
Such a riot
Is enough to turn one's head;
[Sopranos:]
For your brawling
Is appalling!
[Ladies:]
Go to bed, sirs, go to bed!
[Tabitha:]
Well, I never!
[Mrs. Shelton:]
Did you ever?
[Tabitha:]
Law! I'm fit to die of fright!
[Mrs. Shelton:]
Lord preserve us!
[Tabitha:]
Thus to serve us in the middle of the night!
[Mrs. Shelton:]
I'm alone, ma'am,
Husband's gone, ma'am,
And my door is on the latch.
[Both:]
I'm a-thinking
They've been drinking,
We had better call the watch.
[Ladies:]
Pray be quiet,
Pray be quiet,
Such a riot
Such a riot
Is enough to turn one's head;
For your brawling
Is appalling!
Go to bed, sirs, go to bed, go to bed!
go to bed!
Sirs, go to bed, go to bed!
go to bed!
Sirs, go to bed, go to bed, go to bed,
go to bed, go to bed, go to bed!