And the lads are mixing “goes:”
When the goodwife rubs her elbow,
After contact with the broom:
When the goodman’s “highlows” merrily
Are flying round the room!
Amid these gay distractions,
Still doth the story run,
How Qucealy lost his motion by
Four hundred odd to one.
The Figaro (London). July 7. 1875.