And there’ll be Sandy the cobler, whose belly’s as round as a cag,
And Doll, with her short petticoats, to display her white stockings and leg;
And Sall, who when snug in a corner, a sixpence they say won’t refuse,
She curs’d when her father was drown’d, because he had on his new shoes.
Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.
And there’ll be Sam the quack doctor, of skill and profession he’ll crack;
And Jack who would fain be a soldier, but for a great hump on his back;
And Tom in the streets for his living, who grinds razors, scissars, and knives;
And two or three merry old women, that calls, “Mugs and dublers, wives.”
Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.