To view the flitch of bacon.
A man and wife must married be,
Just a twelvemonth and a day.
And never have a quarrel they say,
To get the flitch of bacon;
And when they gain the prize, we hear,
They’ll carry them round the town on a chair,
And give them many a lusty cheer,
And show the flitch of bacon.
There’s a grand procession through the town,