Nan the tub woman out of Whitechapel,
Was also invited to go,
And, as she was 'kin to the couple,
She swore she the stocking would throw;
So having all gather'd together,
As they appointed to meet,
And being all birds of a feather,
They presently flocked to the Fleet.
But when at Fleet Bridge they arrived,
The bridegroom was handing his bride,