And again, how Nancy Cock,
Nasty Girl! besh-t her Smock.
Now he acts the Grenadier,
Calling for a Pot of Beer:
Where’s his Money? He’s forgot;
Get him gone, a Drunken Sot.
Now on Cock-horse does he ride;
And anon on Timber stride.
See-and-Saw and Sacch’ry down,
London is a gallant Town.