Sometimes, all for sights agog,
To t’other end of the town I jog.
When St. James’s bells ring round,
And the royal fiddles sound,
And young and old dance down the tune,
In honour of the forth of June;
Till candles fail and eyes are sore,
Then home we hie to talk it o’er,
With stories told of many a treat,
How Lady Swab the sweetmeats eat;