With, 'Madam, stand out of the way;'
Here's, 'O fie! sir, what would you be at?—
Come, none of your impudence pray:'
Here's 'Halt—to the right-about-face,'
Here's laughing, and screaming, and cries:
Here's milliners'-men out of place,
And I with my hot mutton pies.
"Here's the heath all round like a fair,
Here's butlers, and sutlers, and cooks;
Here's popping away in the air,