If dat brave Monsieur Bowes[15] be chosen,
De legs vill dance by score, by dozen,
And all de grande vill call him couzen.
Doodle, doodle, doo.
Den come again, sweet childs, to-morrow,
Me show you ten hundred joy—no sorrow;
But bring de sixpence, if you borrow.
Doodle, doodle, doo.
[15] Andrew Robinson Bowes, who gained his election, (1780) though unsuccessful in the contest on the death of Sir Walter Blackett in 1777. This person came to Newcastle as ensign in the 30th regiment of foot, quartered in that town; shortly after he married the only daughter of William Newton, Esq. a lady of fortune; after her death he married (1777) the Countess of Strathmore, from whom he was divorced for cruelty, in 1785. He served the office of Sheriff of Northumberland, 1780; and died in the King’s Bench, 16th January, 1810.