The guests now being met,
The first thing that was done, sir,
Was handling round the kid,
That all might smack his muns, sir; [6]
A _flash of lightning_ next, [7]
Bess tipt each cull and frow, sir, [8]
Ere they to church did pad, [9]
To have it christen'd Joe, sir.
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Away they then did trudge;
But such a queer procession,
Of seedy brims and kids,
Is far beyond expression.
The christ'ning being o'er,
They back again soon pik't it, [10]
To have a dish of lap, [11]
Prepar'd for those who lik't it.