Led a rude forest to a contra-dance, and

Play’d the brisk tune of Yankee Doodle on a

New Holland fiddle.

Spruce our gallants are, essenced with pomatum,

Heads powder’d white as Killington-Peak snowstorm;[128]

Ladies, how brilliant, fascinating creatures,

All silk and muslin!

But now behold a sad reverse of fortune,

Life’s brightest scenes are checker’d with disaster,

Clumsy Charles Clumpfoot treads on Tabby’s gown, and