Tho’ weak was John, and trembled at each joint,
He took a Boat, and landed at the point;
Popp’d Teague and Baggage in a Chaise and Four,
And quickly travell’d to his Father’s Door.
The honest Grocer was in daily use,
When he had din’d, to take a quiet snooze;
Whilst his good Dame, whose anxious mind was fill’d
With dread her dearest Johnny might be kill’d,
Sat pensively, lamenting her sad case—
In burst her Son, and flew to her embrace: