We pass'd the night in love away,
And 'fore justice H-- we went next day,
And because we could not three hog pay, [10]
Why we were sent to quod! [11]
In quod we lay three dismal weeks,
Till Nell with crying swell'd her cheeks,
And I damn'd the quorum all for sneaks
And then sung fal de ral tit, etc.
V
From Bridewell bars we now are free,
And Nell and I so well agree,
That we live in perfect harmony,
And grub and bub our fill! [12]
For we have mill'd a precious go [13]
And queer'd the flats at thrums, E, O,
Every night in Titmouse Row,
Where we sing fal de ral tit, etc.