Their money at Fiddle and Dance.
Blind Willie[6] the fidler sat scraping,
In corner just as they went in:
Some Willington callants were shaking
Their feet to his musical din:
Jack vow’d he would have some fine cap’ring,
As soon as their dinner was o’er,
With the lassie that wore the white apron,
Now reeling about on the floor.
Their hungry stomachs being eased,