Had I stuck to my prunes and my figs,
I ne'er had stuck nunky at Camberwell."
Rum ti, &c.
Their bodies were never cut down,
For granny relates with amazement,
A witch bore 'em over the town
And hung them on Thorowgood's casement.
The neighbours, I've heard the folks say,
The miracle noisily brag on,
And the shop is to this very day,