They rode by night and they rode by day,
Yet never a one of them fell;
They rode so madly all the way,
Till they came to the gates of hell.
Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,
And gladly let them in:
But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,
And let them out again.
THE TAYLOR'S COURTSHIP.
In love be I, fifth button high,
On velvet runs my courting,
Sheer buckram twist, best broadcloth list,
I leave for others sporting.
From needle, thread, my fingers fled,
My heart is set a-throbbing;
And no one by, I cross-legg'd sigh,
For charming Betsey Bobbin:
Betsey Bobbin, Betsey Bobbin,
For charming Betsey Bobbin.
Her lips so sweet, are velveret,
Her eyes do well their duty;
Her skin's to me like dimity,
The pattern gay of beauty.
Her hand squeez'd oft is satin soft,
And sets my heart a-throbbing,
Her cheeks, O dear, red cassimere,
Lord! what a Betsey Bobbin! etc.
Her roguish smile can well beguile,
Her every look bewitches;
Yet never stir, when tacked to her,
For Tim will wear the breeches;
I've face and mien, am spruce and keen,
And though my heart keeps throbbing,
There's not, in fine, one man in nine,
So fit for Betsey Bobbin, etc.
OLD CHAIRS AND OLD CLOTHES.
If I'd as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend:
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend.