Will there be done that day; on goes his best,
(Whate’er he’s got) and revels with the rest.
The blacksmith, also, at the village forge,
(His handy-workman, or his own son George,)
Is not unlike the cobbler or the “snip,”
Just let him hear the cracking of a whip,
With rather more than usual dexterous hand,
He drops the sledge, and quickly makes a stand;
First gazes on the rider, then the horse,
The vehicle, if any; and, of course,