And gullets well clear’d with a glass,
Jack rose from the table and seized
The hand of the frolicsome lass.
“Ma hinny!” says he, “pray excuse me—
To ask thee to dance I make free.”
She reply’d, “I’d be loth to refuse thee!
Now fiddler play—“Jigging for me.””
The damsel displays all her graces,
The collier exerts all his power,
They caper in circling paces,