And there’ll be pies and spice dumplings, and there’ll be bacon and peas; Besides a great lump of beef boiled, and they may get crowdies who please: To eat such good things as these are, I’m sure ye’ve but seldom the luck; Beside, for to make us some pottage, there’ll be a sheep’s head and a pluck. Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle. Of sausages there’ll be plenty, black puddings, sheep fat, and neats’ tripes; Besides, for to warm all your noses, great store of tobacco and pipes: A room, they say, there’s provided for us at “The Old Jacob’s Well;” The bridegroom he went there this morning, and spoke for a barrel o’ yell. Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle. There’s sure to be those things I’ve mention’d, and many things else, and I learn, White bread and butter and sugar, there’s to please every bonny young bairn: Of each dish and glass you’ll be welcome to eat and to drink ’till you stare; I’ve told you what meat’s to be at it, I’ll tell you next who’s to be there. Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle. Why there’ll be Peter the hangman, who flogs folks at the cart tail, And Bob, with his new sark and ruffle, made out of an old _keel sail_! And Tib on the Quay, who sells oysters, whose mother oft strove to persuade, To keep her from the lads, but she would’nt, untill she got by them betray’d. Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle. And there’ll be Sandy the cobler, whose belly’s as round as a cag, And Doll, with her short petticoats, to display her white stockings and leg; And Sall, who when snug in a corner, a sixpence they say won’t refuse, She curs’d when her father was drown’d, because he had on his new shoes. Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.