That she smil’d, and so straight-way in love he did fall.
And would this young damsel but banish his sorrow
He’d wed her to-night—before to-morrow,
And how should this waterman ever know care
When he’s married, and never in want of a fare.
Charles Dibdin.
The Jolly Young Barrister.
And did you not hear of a jolly young Barrister,
At the Old Bailey who used for to ply?