[ The galloping Song, from Newmarket, in the Compass of the Flute.]
Buxom Joan got on a bald Mare;
she rid ramping on to The Fair, with a Whip and Spur.
Such jogging, such flogging,
Such splashing, such dashing,
was ne’er seen there.
Jolly Tom, cry’d out as she Come,
thou Monkey Face,
Punkey Face,
lousey Face, Frouzey Face,