I vow’d that you should have my hand,
But fate gives us denial;
You’ll find it there, at Doctor Bell’s,
In spirits and a phial.
VIII.
As for my feet, the little feet
You used to call so pretty,
There’s one, I know, in Bedford Row,
The t’other’s in the city.
IX.
I can’t tell where my head is gone,
But Dr. Carpuc can:
As for my trunk, it’s all pack’d up
To go by Pickford’s van.
X.
I wish you’d go to Mr. P.
And save me such a ride;
I don’t half like the outside place,
They’ve took for my inside.
XI.
The cock it crows—I must be gone!
My William, we must part!
But I’ll be your’s in death, altho’
Sir Astley has my heart.