And had she no Counsellors—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
Had she no Counsellors, ho?
—Yes; one Mr. Brougham,
Who sneak'd out of her room,
Pretending the Circuit to go——go,
Pretending the Circuit to go.
How fared he at Lancaster—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
How fared he at Lancaster, ho?
—They physick'd and bled,
And they blister'd his head,