London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

On a Neat but Noble Cheese-feast lately in London.

To the Scotch Tune, Sit thee down by me.

1.

I'le tell you of a Treat in Throckmorton-street, Where many good Friends of late there did meet, Where divers sorts of Cheese was so well drest, That I ne'er yet saw such a Cows-bobby Feast.

2.

The first dish of Cheese that was then serv'd in Was three fat Pullats, with Bacon between Lac'd round with Sprouts, that I'le swear at first sight, I thought 'thad bin Bacon and Pullats downright.

3.

The next dish of Cheese that came to the bord Was a whole half-Lamb a dish for a Lord, But I know 'twas Cheese, I'de a swore 'thad bin The Baby of a Ewe, or very near a kin.

4.

The third dish of Cheese that was then brought up, Was a Pie with Oysters, and Shrimps to the top Mingled with Sweet-meats, but that I knew 'Twas Cheese, Ide thought 'thad bin a Pie to.

5.

The fourth dish of Cheese, though tother were clean, Yet this all Foul, all Fat, none Lean, As wild Ducks, Wood-cocks, and Larks, so well done, You'd swear 'twere not Cheese, but foul ev'ry one.

6.

Now God to bless our good Benefactors both That gave us such Cheese, first Boil'd in broth, The next Rost, then Bak'd, then Rost agen to, None tosted, as the Welchmen uses to do.