[Sir Fleetwood ! Sir Fleetwood ! ]
From shining shelf take down the brazen skillet,
A quart of milk from gentle cow will fill it;
When boil’d and cold, put milk and sack to eggs,
Unite them firmly like the triple league,
[What, again ? ]
And on the fire let them together dwell
Till miss sing twice—you must not kiss and tell:
Each lad and lass take up a silver spoon,
And fall on fiercely like a starv’d dragoon.