Old Sid[97] and L——l[98] teaz'd.
'The R-y-l Host, in livery clad,
(An honour long design'd her),
Waltz'd with his scullion, nearly mad,
To Terry O, the grinder.
'Ben Bloomy[99] and the fat old Cook,
Herself a perfect larder,
A simple jig together took,
The tune was Shave the Barber.
'And Cunning-one[100] mov'd not a limb