The flowers on many a bonnet shake,
And shouts arise from left and right,
“Stick on! stick on!” “Hould tight! hould tight!
Cling round his neck; and don’t let go,—
That pace can’t hold,—there! steady! whoa!”
Then methought I heard a mellow sound,
Gathering up from all the lower ground;
Narrowing in to where they sat assembled,
Low voluptuous music winding trembled,