King Cole:

He sees the great green world go floating by.

The Showman:

A sorry sight to see, when all is said.

Why don't you set to work?

King Cole:

I have no trade.

The Showman:

Where is your home?

King Cole:

All gone, a long time past.

The Showman:

Your children then?

King Cole:

All dead, sir, even the last.

I am a lonely man; no kith nor kin.

The Showman:

There is no joy in life when deaths begin,

I know it, I. How long is't since you ate?

King Cole:

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