(_Reflectively_.) I guess I'll eat. (_Sits down and hurts the hash.)
(Enter washerwoman, shoemaker, servant-girl, and hatter. They dance
around the table, like English blondes.) (All sing:)_
Poor old JENKINS CRUSOE,
Why did you go for to do so?
JENKINS! JENKINS! JENKINS! JENKINS!
Poor old JENKINS CRUSOE.
SERVANT GIRL. (_Sings_.) Pay for the floor I have scrubbed, sir.
WASHERWOMAN. " Pay for the clothes I have rubbed, sir.
HATTER. " Pay for the hats you have worn, sir.
SHOEMAKER. " Pay for the boots that are gone, sir.
(_All sing_:)
Poor old JENKINS CRUSOE,
Why did you go for to do so?
JENKINS! JENKINS! JENKINS! JENKINS!
Poor old JENKINS CRUSOE.
(JENKINS _rises from the table and sings_:)
I've a castle in Spain,
Filled with ingots of gold,
I've a mine in Golconda,
Whose wealth is untold.
Then dry up your tears,
Come out of your sorrow,
I'll pay what I owe,
I'll pay you to-morrow,
I'll pay you to-morrow,
All that I owe.
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