NEDDY.
May all worthy millers grind such rascals down,
Till neither their dust nor their ashes are known;
Here’s my hand, dearest Bett! for life let us join,
Consent—and to morrow my all shall be thine.
Derry down, &c.
BETTY.
Dear Ned! I believe, and to-morrow shall see,
How blessing and blest honest lovers can be;
The crow’s nest in Gateshead full witness may prove,