And Crispe, the butcher’s daughter,
She’ll follow as fast as she can.
There’s the sempstress and her sister,
The rear drive merrily;
And the ranting lasses of Sedgfield
Are roaring company.
Each one shall here take her quantum,
Thus says brave Middleton;
We’ll drink a health to Peg Trantum,
And merrily we’ll go on;