Comes Robin, from Denton-Bourn pit;
An odd witty, comical fellow,
At either a jest or a tale,
Especially when he was mellow
With drinking stout Newcastle ale.
With bousing, and laughing, and smoking,
The time slippeth swiftly away;
And while they are ranting and joking
The church-clock proclaims it mid-day;
And now for black-puddings, long measure,