Hum hum hum hum Mary, hum hum hum hum,
Anon forsooth.
Pray remember to rise betimes to morrow morning, you know you have a great many cloathes to sope, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, &c.
Behold the zeal of the people.
But Sunday now good night, and now good morrow,
To thee oh Covenant Wednesday full of sorrow,
Alas! my Lady Anne wont now be merry,
She’s up betimes and gone to Alderman-bury,
Truly ’twas a sad day, for every sinner
Did feast a supper then, and not at dinner;