The guests they whooped and hollow'd,
All joys to the bridegroom and bride.
Like Malt horses home they all pranced,
The bride she look'd not like the same,
And thus thro' the City they danced;
But, when to the Borough they came,
The bride to look buxom endeavour'd,
The bridegroom as brisk as an eel;
With the marrow bones and cleavers,
The butchers they rang them a peal.