The guests were all quickly invited, Ben order'd the dinner by noon, And Kitty was highly delighted, They obey'd the glad summons so soon: An ox cheek was order'd for dinner, With plenty of porter and gin, Ben swore on the oath of a sinner, Nothing should be wanting in him. Joe the sandman, and Bessy the bunter, We hear from St. Giles's did prance, Dick the fiddler, and Sally the Mumper, Brought Levi the Jew for to dance. Tom the Chanter he quickly was present, And squinting black Molly likewise, With Billy the Dustman quite pleasant, And Nell with no nose and sore eyes. Ned the drover was also invited, Unto this gay wedding to come, From Smithfield he came quite delighted, Before that the market was done. And Fanny the pretty match maker, A sister to young bunting Bess, She wished the devil might take her If she was not one of the guests. Dolly the rag woman's daughter, From Tyburn road she did stride, And Jenny the quilter came after Whose nose it stood all of one side; There was Roger the chimney sweeper, No soot he would gather that day, But, because he would look the compleater, His soot bag and brush threw away. There was bandy leg'd sheep's head Susan We hear from Field Lane she did hie, And draggle tail'd Pat with no shoes on, Who pins and laces doth cry; Ralph the grinder he set by his barrow, As soon as he heard of the news, And swore he would be there to-morrow, Atho' he'd no heels to his shoes. Sam the grubber, he having had warning, His wallet and broom down did lay, And early attended next morning, The bride for to give away; And Peggy the mop yarn spinner, Her Cards and her wheel set aside, And swore as she was a sinner, She'd go and attire the bride. Nan the tub woman out of Whitechapel, Was also invited to go, And, as she was 'kin to the couple, She swore she the stocking would throw; So having all gather'd together, As they appointed to meet, And being all birds of a feather, They presently flocked to the Fleet. But when at Fleet Bridge they arrived, The bridegroom was handing his bride, The sailors [_? plyers_] they all to them drived, Do you want a Parson? they cry'd; But as they down Fleet Ditch did prance, What house shall we go to? says Ben, Then Kitty, in raptures, made answer Let's go to the Hand and the Pen. Then into the house they did bundle, The landlady shew'd them a room, The landlord he roar'd out like thunder, The parson shall wait on you soon: Then so eager he came for to fasten, He staid not to fasten his hose, A fat bellied ruddy fac'd parson, That brandy had painted his nose.