The Wedding.
I'LL tell thee Dick where I have been,
Where I the rarest things have seen,
O things beyond compare!
Such sights as these cannot be found
In any part of English ground,
Be it at Wake or Faire.
At Charing-Cross, hard by the way
Where we, thou know'st, did sell out hay,
There is a house with staires••
Where I did see then coming down
Such folk as are not in the Town,
Forty at least in paires.
One of them was pestilent fine,
His beard no bigger though than mine,
Walk'd on before the rest:
Our Landlord look'd like nothing to him,
The King, God bless him, 'twould undo him
Should he go still so drest.