Rubbishes is apparently the nearest rhyme to cabbages which the chorus can lay hands on for the moment.
(_Antistrophe_) Hee-haw, Remus can saw, Romulus tries to make plaster.
They shall have a penny a day, What a pity they cannot work faster! _Rom.

(throwing stones_).
Aroint thee! Hold your row! Shut up! Go home.
Don't interfere with men who are building Rome.
_Rem.

(sings_).
'Mid damp clay and sandy chalk, and blue slate and loam, Be it ever so Roman, there'll be no town like Rome.
So all do your worst, we care not who come, There's no town like Rome, there's no town like Rome.
Rome! Rome! Great, great Rome! There's no town like Rome, there's no town like Rome.
_Chorus, disgusted_.
How do these busy little lads Delight to toil and fag, And swagger like a pair of cads, And boast and crow and brag.
(_Exeunt with their noses in the air_.) _Rom_.
Thank goodness they are gone.

Now, old chap, to work.
Sit up! you're getting lazy.

Come, don't shirk.
_Rem.