To cram now the guests had begun;
Tooth and nail, like a wolf, fell the bride on the feast,
Nor yet had the clash of her knife and fork ceas’d,
When a bell (’twas a dustman’s) toll’d “One!”
Then first, with amazement Brown Sally Green found
That a stranger was stuck by her side;
His cravat and his ruffles with snuff were embrown’d;
He ate not, he drank not, but turning him round,
Sent some pudding away to be fried!!!
His wig was turn’d forwards, and short was his height,