I brought down my shillings to so many pence:
And sometime near midnight it fell to my share,
To see home Miss Bouncer, from Haltwhistle Fair.
I will grow very careful, and that you shall see,
To try if Miss Bouncer and me can agree;
Each shilling and sixpence I will hurd up with care,
In hopes for to spend them next Haltwhistle Fair.
ANNA OF THE TYNE.
A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d,