Air, “Hey, randy dandy, O.” King R.
'Tis now the very dead of night,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
Tomorrow we must up and fight,
A dev'lish black-looking dandy, O!
Some how or other I can't snooze,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
So I myself will now amuse,
By laying all things handy, O!
I'll fetch a walk a little way,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
Lord! what a smell of new mown hay,
Where maidens roll so randy, O!
This night, it is so precious dark,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
I cannot see them toy and lark,
Tho' they're to me quite handy, O!
Steed threatens steed, so loud they neigh,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
And hark! I hear a jackass bray,
From a cart all sandy, O!

Hear from booth to booth loud laughter burst,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
Sure half the world's at Moulsey Hurst,
To see me fight the dandy, O!
By the clink of knives and forks, I'm up,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
Some parties in the booths do sup,
Where ham and beef is handy O!
I'll to my couch and lay me down,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
But first I'll look for my night gown,
To hide my pins so bandy, O! [Puts on a Night Gown and Cap.
But hold! there's something else surely,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
I had forgot to wet my eye,
With a drop of brandy, O! [Drinks. A Groan is heard.
Hark! what means that dismal noise,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
I suppose it was the flash sand boys,
With the cart so sandy, O!
No matter now, for sleep I will,
Hey randy, dandy, O!
And blow me, if they don't keep still,
I'll upset all their sandy, O! [Lies down and sleeps.

King Henry's Ghost rises.

Air, “Happy Tawny Moor.” King H.
Sleep! cruel Dickey, sleep! and snore, O!
While with dreams your sconce I bore, O!
  Snooze, snooze and snore away!
  Till it is break of day.
Dream, dream about the time you run me
Right through the guts and undone me,
  Oh! Oh! story of woe,
  I soon must go below! Lady Anne's Ghost rises.

Air, “Madam Sneak.”
Oh, you cruel dog, think on Anne your wife,
I've sent thy grinder word to notch thy rusty knife.
So do not think your deeds will any longer pass,
For Richmond means to floor you slap upon the grass.
Rum ti, &c. The Ghosts of Prince Edward and the Duke of York appear, the Prince with a Bladder tied to a Stick.

Prince E.
Crow, brother, crow! crow like the morning cock!

While I with this good bladder punch his block. [Duke of York crows like a Cock, the Prince beats King Richard about the Head with the Bladder, and they all disappear.

King R. (starting up)
Give me another ass—bind up my wounds!
Have mercy, there I say, you'll break my bones.
Why, how is this? I'm surely dreaming,
And yet I feel it's more than seeming;
Why I could swear I felt his mauley,
And somehow I am very poorly. Enter Catesby.
Who's there?

Cat.
'Tis I; thrice the village cock hath crow'd.

King R.
If he crow'd more than once, why I'll be blow'd.
Oh, Cat, I've had such horrid dreams!

Cat.
Why,
Dreams, my lord, you know are all my eye.

Did Richmond know that a mere dream could fright,
He'd scorn to dare you unto this day's fight.

King R.
Why Catesby, I believe you'r in the right.
Hence, bladders, hence, you threaten here in vain,
I'll make ye burst—and blow ye up again. [Trumpets sound a call.
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to ass; away!
For I'll set Richmond on his a&wblank;e to day. [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets, Exeunt, R. H.

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