Where th’ girls could wanton play.
Yet for themselves, they have such fears,
Their road, they ne’er can see;
So they want lamps, from th’ Barras Bridge,
E’en to Saint Peter’s Quay.[84]
The Crosses too, they’ve taken down,[85]
Tho’ built the other day;
They too, I fancy, did impede,
The great folks in their way.
And next their nostrils delicate,